When a girl walks around dressed in a skirt with the word “Fuck” printed on it, what more is there to say?! She either means what her skirt says, or she’s wasting advertising space! Wilma did not believe in waste. That one little word said a hell of a lot! Jens discovered this to his joy when he picked her up in a coffee-bar in Amsterdam… He was convinced that she was just another little prick-teaser at first, but Wilma soon dispelled that illusion! Jens could not believe it. One moment, he had been taking the piss out of the sexy high- school girl, the next, he was having his prick sucked so expertly that he thought he had died and gone to a lecher’s paradise! Wilma was a born fellatist, and he had to use all his self-control to stop himself shooting his load down her throat.
Wilma had a delicious mouth not to mention very experienced hands, but the sensations they generated were nothing compared to the feeling Jens got when he finally buried his “bone” in her hot young pussy. As he trust in and out of her, her skirt fluttered and the word “Fuck” was the only thing he could see… The message was really getting through!
He ploughed his tool into Wilma’s greasy little gash with such a voracious appetite. The more he gave her, the more she wanted. He needed to come desperately, but he held back, knowing that the more pleasure he gave her, the more he would get in return. When he had finally screwed her brains out. Wilma may have seemed to be insatiable, but there was a limit… to how much she could take.
The searing heat in her wet pussy made her feel as though her whole body was going to catch on fire, and after she had been through her fourth orgasm, she was ready to call a “truce”… “I can’t take any more!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “I want your spunk” she added. “Please, give it to me, baby, please!” Jens withdrew his quivering rod from her sticky little hole. Now, at last, it was his turn. Wilma sighed happily as his cock exploded over her lips… Sometimes, it pays to “advertise”!