The Budapest sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Sicilia, with her skinny frame and curious eyes, found herself alone in her hotel room. The thrill of being abroad, of experiencing something new, was intoxicating. She pulled on a simple, slightly too-short sundress, a playful invitation to the warm evening air.
A knock. It wasn't room service. It was Andy Stone, a man who exuded a confidence that both intrigued and slightly intimidated her. He claimed he was a fellow traveler, lost and looking for a recommendation for dinner. Sicilia, ever the trusting soul, invited him in. The conversation flowed easily, fueled by cheap wine and shared stories.
The air thickened. A lingering glance. A hand brushed against a bare knee. Sicilia felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew where this was headed. The couple sex began with tentative kisses, each one growing bolder, more demanding. Andy's hands, large and strong, found their way under her dress, exploring the soft curves of her body. Her small tits were gently squeezed.
He pulled back, a predatory glint in his eyes. "You're so petite," he whispered, his voice husky. "So...hungry." He dropped to his knees, his mouth finding her. She gasped, arching her back as he devoured her, his tongue a relentless fire. Her hands tangled in his hair as she guided him, her hips bucking against his face. He wanted her to deepthroat and she loved it.
Soon she was straddling him on the bed, and his big dick was inside her. The hotel room became a canvas for their desires. He thrust into her with a primal energy, a rhythm that built and built until she cried out. Cum covered and breathless, they collapsed into each other, the remnants of their passion lingering in the air. Sicilia, the innocent tourist, had found something wild and untamed within herself, a hunger that only Andy Stone could satisfy.
This horny bitch had been properly introduced to travel sex. This will be a LetsDoeIt experience she would never forget. She was the perfect model for this kind of fucking abroad.