A Horny Shaved Pussy Aand The Lonely Carp Anglers

A young sexy girl, visited me at my fishing spot. Her hot ass made herself comfortable on my couch while she pressed her pussy into my face. Persistently, I licked her clit and pierced her hard butt in the rump.

It was a beautiful day in May and like every year, I took a break from family and office for ten days. My biggest hobby was fishing, so I moved to a beautiful lake that I had been fishing for almost twenty years. It took me about thirty minutes to get to my destination by car. The car was packed under the roof and screamed for it to finally be unloaded again. First, I built my new tent and prepared a cozy bed for the night. Then I started fishing for my carp and while I laced them with baits, I thought a bit wistfully of the good-smelling pussy of my wife that I could not see for a long time.

This pussy was huge and wet like the lake

By the time I was final, it took another two hours until I could finally relax and fall into my fishing chair. The fantastic surroundings immediately changed my mind and made me relax. I had just dropped off when a friendly woman’s voice brought me back to reality. Hello Mr. Angler, already caught something? Still completely dazed, I negated the question and looked at her with wide eyes. She had a petite figure, shapely tits and a tight ass. Her face had a naughty expression and automatically I thought how her pussy would look like. She had a little dachshund, curious about my tent. We chatted for a while, then she said goodbye after a while and disappeared in the adjacent forest. I watched her for a few more minutes, then returned to my poses.

The lake lay calmly in front of me and I hoped that maybe this evening I could land my first fish. The hope was in vain, because I woke up the next morning, without anything worth mentioning, from the noise of the birds. The morning dew still covered the floor as I tormented myself out of my tent to first piss. It was about seven o’clock and my poses were still in the same place as last night. With still stiff bones, I got the fishing in and changed the bait, then comfortably drink a coffee. The cooker did a quick job and let the water boil in a few minutes. With coffee pot and cigarette, I enjoyed the rest, which was then interrupted again and again by the same woman as yesterday. Tomorrow how would fresh bread be? Well, I call service and looked at her undaunted on the crotch, where the leggings drilled deep into her pussy.

In the tent, she offered me her pussy, which I then durchfickte by all the rules of the art. I cracked her tight ass and fucked her to a true multi-orgasm

I also made her a coffee and then we talked about God and the world together. We quickly realized that we were on the same wavelength, which was the reason why my hobby was pushed further back. At some point she asked me if she could look at the tent and before I could say anything, she opened the zipper from the mosquito repellent and disappeared into my tent. I watched her little ass as he disappeared behind the canvas and then went behind her. Cozy, she grinned and lay down on the carp lounger. She stretched and put her legs beside the couch. With wide open thighs she looked at me and asked me completely unexpectedly: “If I want to lick her pussy?”

Somewhat puzzled and surprised, I looked at her in amazement and tried to find a correct answer. Even as I considered, she took off her leggings and offered with her freshly shaved pussy. Her labia spread and I could see her little clit as it slowly swelled up. Then she bared her firm tits and massaged them with her tender hands. Then all dams broke and I pulled her to bury my face deep in her pussy. My tongue drilled into the wet tight hole and then sucked on her clit greedy. She squirmed like an eel and screamed her lust out loud. In the meantime, I also undressed and rammed her hard cock in her pussy.

She was wonderfully tight and her tight ass demanded the same ride as her outrageous pussy. I fucked her like a wild dog in all positions. The tent seemed to look as if it had an earthquake inside. Even while I fucked her tight ass, I suddenly heard the beeper go off my fishing rod. Piiiiiiiiieeeeep, Piiiiiiiieeeeeep shit my fishing I thought and tried feverishly to come to a conclusion. After several seconds then I jerked her completely wet sweat on the pussy and pulled in the same breath on the pants to look for my fishing rod. I stormed out of the tent and grabbed my tail and made a hard hit.

An exciting drill began that lasted for over thirty minutes, revealing an eight kilo of carp. Now look at this guy I called out loud and turned to the tent. I landed my fish safely in the landing net and looked after what my unnamed Fickpartnerin made. When I put my head in the tent, I was astonished, because she was no longer there. Without a word, she disappeared again. An extremely funny experience but still very varied. The rest of the days went by for me as an angler as one imagines lonely and alone.