Double Penetration Stuffed with Italian Cock

My heart raced as I stepped off the plane and onto Italian soil. I had dreamed of this moment for years, and now it was finally here. I made my way to my hotel, my mind swirling with excitement and anticipation. Panties still soaked with cum from fucking the hot guy on the plane.

But little did I know, my trip would again take a turn for the unexpected when I met two handsome tall Italian men in the hotel bar. As we drank and talked I listened less to their words and fell deep into their body language that read, “I want you, every part of you!” I had never thought of doing double penetration but they had me hooked.

 I let them convince me to go with them to another location they said was just a place to chill and the vibe was easygoing. Every night, I found myself lured to these two handsome strangers, who introduced me to a world of carnal pleasure I never knew existed. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex as I watched the group in action. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as bodies moved together in a dance as old as time itself. I felt a deep, primal desire awaken within me, a hunger that could only be satisfied by the touch of multiple others. I joined in, my inhibitions melting away as I lost myself in the moment. 

The group welcomed me with open arms, by undressing me, I felt the soft touch of lips all over my body. The touching increased as I began to get fingered. Moans filled the room and echoed throughout me. Exchanging orgasms as I craved to have more, I laid the hot girl next to me down on her back and began eating her out, while having her stroke the cocks around her face. The two Italian stranger that had brought me there came walking up naked, my eyes widened when I saw the length of their cocks just hanging hard. It was unbelievable, they grabbed me and pushed me down onto the couch on all fours, one shoved his cock into me deep while the other pushed in my pussy right behind him, stretching me out. I screamed and moaned in pleasure wanting more I grabbed a cock near me and thrust it into the back of my throat gagging on it. 

As the nights went on, I found myself craving more and more of a double penetration scenario. I couldn’t get enough of the rush, the thrill, the sheer ecstasy of it all. I craved to have strangers touching me, needing me, wanting me, and pleasing me. But as my trip came to an end, I knew she had to return to reality. I sadly packed my bags, my mind filled with memories of the wild nights I had spent in Italy. As I boarded the plane, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness leaving behind the thrill. I knew I would never forget the experiences I had there.

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Devon 

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