We knew each other for a while, even just through texting, but we both knew that we were the right nut for each other. Me, an eternally horny, empathetic man with a sparkle in his eye and she, a blue-eyed redhead, a nymphomaniac with full natural cleavage, who just asks to be treated by my hands and with the overall radiating word SEX from every pore of her body. We both love motorbikes and it is a kind of aphrodisiac for both of us. The smell of gasoline, burnt rubber and the feeling of freedom multiplies the excitement that is between us and there is nothing around. But in a nice way. We agreed to meet at a motorbike race, which we would each go to alone. Me completely alone and she with her ex-partner, who would not be an obstacle at all to me making her a toy for the passionate fucking that we both want and especially need. It wasn’t hard to find her, because her appearance attracts attention that is often not even worth it. Curly red hair and azure blue eyes are impossible to miss in any crowd. I tend to blend in with the crowd even though I stand out with my height. When I saw her, my heart rate quickened and I felt a twinge in my chest, because she was exactly as I had imagined. I just watched her for a while and voluntarily tormented myself by delaying the touches that would occur when we were in close proximity. Our eyes met and I knew that it was good, because in the first second the chemistry was undeniable and a physical connection was only a matter of time. The place was no problem for me and I would have easily dragged her there in front of all those people and boasted that everyone could watch, only I could fuck her hard in all possible ways and she would be an adequately skilled opponent for me. We met in person for the first time and when I saw the company she was in, it was immediately clear to me that it wouldn’t last long and they wouldn’t even remember who they were or who was with them or who was missing them, so I would be able to take her away. She was even more beautiful in person than in the photos. Tight leather pants shaped her legs and ass and a black tank top showed what a perfect shape a woman’s breasts can have after one child. Simply a perfect milf-nymphomaniac.

People were having fun around me, the music was playing loudly, but in my head her voice and the flow of thoughts were louder, just to be alone with her. We sat next to each other and I took advantage of what I know from her that she was attracted to her. I stroked her thigh and she naturally flinched, but she didn’t resist. Quite the opposite… she smiled and her legs relaxed and her knees moved apart as if she immediately wanted my touches to be bolder. I stroked her from her knee, up the inner side of her thigh, higher and higher until my little finger touched her crotch. At that, she looked at me, smiled and pushed her hair back, which was a sign that I could also caress her neck. That was grist for my mill. My lips touched her neck and her natural scent seemed to me like red paint to a bull. It didn’t take long, she grabbed my hand and stood up. We went for a walk around the campsite, where we all had cars. I held her around the shoulders and she bit her lower lip while we did it. We came to my Africa and I didn’t expect anything but a positive answer to my invitation to go for a ride. We went up the hill behind the village, where the meeting was taking place, and we lay down on the sleeping mat. Kisses and mutual desire played on both of us, like a long-term loving couple who know everything about each other and especially what each other wants. I couldn’t wait to see her perfect breasts, which were completely to my taste. After she pushed me away firmly, it was clear to me that I would have to earn it. I swear I don’t know where she pulled out a small tasseled whip from and firmly told me to turn around. Naturally I did it and felt the first stinging blow on my ass which was felt only for a second, but what she did to us I would wish on everyone. Another followed and another and another, she grabbed my neck, I straightened up and she skillfully unzipped my pants from behind and pulled them down. I helped her with them and got on all fours. She first ran her fingers and nails over my ass, which must have already shown signs of red, she patted me and the blows of the whip began to become more intense, but it didn’t bother me, quite the opposite. The sighs that came from her mouth spoke louder than words that she liked it. She stopped and grabbed my neck, I straightened up and she took my cock in her hands and started to slowly chase it with a glove with exposed knuckles. That turned me on incredibly. She grabbed me from behind by the shoulders, I turned around and told me that if I could look at myself for a while, I would get a reward. For me, a “visual gourmet”, it was no problem. She took off her tank top, under which she had no underwear, just those perfect breasts that I strive for all evening and started playing with them, drooling her fingers and circling the hard nipples that she pulled from time to time. Inside I was burning with the desire to join in but I wanted the reward that they promised me. She kept looking into my eyes while she was playing with herself like this. She unbuttoned and took off her pants, spread her legs wide in front of me and spread her lips. After inserting two fingers inside, I silently begged her to put them in my mouth, so that I could feel her taste..but she put them in hers and then kissed me. Passionately at the end with a bite of my lips. She sucked me and I lay on my back. From the lips she moved downwards and played with my nipples so precisely that I had a problem not to cum, because I love it and it is incredibly irritating for me. She sucked, bit, licked and smiled at what she was doing to me. She went lower and I understood that the reward for my perseverance was her perfect deep blowjob with everything that every man dreams of. She grabbed my balls and played with my mini perfectly, as if she was somewhere in my soul and knew exactly what I wanted.

My cock went all the way into her mouth and rhythmically with the help of her hand she rode it with her lips, from top to bottom, from top to bottom, all the way to the root, while still massaging my balls. She couldn’t learn that, she simply had to have it inside her. And she enjoyed it a lot, maybe more than I did. She mounted me and I felt the warm and wet pussy of a perfect nymphomaniac on it. She rode me and enjoyed every thrust while moaning loudly, she sat down and circled me as if she wanted to tear it off, but that didn’t bother me, on the contrary, I played with her breasts, twisted her nipples and twisted them more and more intensely. Her loud sighs indicated that she was exactly where she wanted to be. She got off my cock and put her wet tasty pussy on my face and I could lick it in the position I like best. I licked her and she determined for herself how she wanted to be on my stubble, which I have on my face. She stood up and sat on my dick so that I had her hard ass in front of my face, I took the whip in my hand, which she used to treat me at the beginning and I gave her the same pleasure on her ass during the hard thrusting, which she regulated herself. When my climax was approaching, she obediently got off and took it in her mouth and finished me with a perfect oral, during which I came into her mouth. She swallowed everything and even put everything in her mouth with a finger from her face and lips. I got a passionate kiss, let me know how I taste myself. When she lay down next to me on my shoulder and we were just so quiet and processing it inside ourselves, we started to laugh spontaneously and felt like two crazy teenagers.