Today I made my strike on a real beauty. A french model. I met her at a hotel bar of a famous Munich place. She was so bored. When she denied to chat with the fourth men in row I could not take it any more. I went over and said to her: "Let's go" She checked my body and directly touched me between my legs. She felt my heat immediately and smiled. "Yes, let's go." We kissed the first time before we left the room. In the elevator she was below my top and I was in her skirt. No slip, no pussy hair, just a blank pussy. I have never stripped that fast. She beat me in that discipline. No a question with a one-piece dress. Naked she was gorgeous. I was so ashamed. This girl was perfection and I wore just a my casual stuff, I have not shaved since days and my only sentence in french is "Voulez vous couche avec moi" (is that right). I spent the whole afternoon in her bed and did not understand a word. Anyhow. Her English is good enaugh for asking me to stay
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