When I was on college senior courses, we toured Spain, landed in Madrid, spent two days there, then the next ten days traveled throughout the country, stopping at all the major attractions, even drove to Morocco for one day; The last four days were scheduled to be held in Barcelona. In Barcelona, ​​there is a club located on a cruise ship that has come into circulation. On the upper deck there is a bar for singles, below a couple of dance clubs, even below something dedicated to raves and on the lower decks there is a club ready, Rio Stix. While all the other typical American teenagers were drunk in the trash due to the low tolerance age for alcohol, I sat in the black-lit Rio Stix, listened to a Peruvian thrash metal band, and watched the dancers center approaching dangerously close to my table.

Just when I decided that I should move a little away from the fun center, the song stopped. Everyone stopped too, which caused a lot of confusion, and a girl of about eighteen flew out of the crowd and fell on the trampled floor. She cried out something incomprehensible and then threw up her head when she saw me looking at her, and suddenly smiled. I extended my hand to her, and she grabbed it. Her hand was dry and warm. She gracefully rose from the floor and, quickly saying "Graci", sat down on a chair by the bar next to me.

- Are you okay? I asked in English (I don’t know other languages), noticing that there was some blood in the corner of her mouth. She stared at me as if I was speaking Martian. However, she seemed to understand me and nodded, saying:

- Seems Yes.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand in the bracelets, smearing her lipstick. - Where are you from?

She was very beautiful. Little chiseled nose, plump lips, wide light green eyes, which nicely contrasted with her tanned skin. She was small, but sandals with large heels, with some straps almost to the knees (they looked like stripper boots), made her taller. She was wearing a short light mini-dress, which did not particularly cover her small breasts and ass. I instantly considered my possibilities and blatantly lied:

- I am an intern of a large company, I am in Barcelona on business. Fly away in a couple of days.

She nodded and quickly turned away, nodding to the hefty tattooed bartender.

“I'm Jeremy,” I continued, extending my hand to her.

She stared at my hand with a mixture of dislike and interest on her face.

- Buy me a drink!

I wondered if I would not joke, asking why her parents chose her such a stupid name - “buy something”, but decided not to be too smart, and when the barman came up, ordered her a double cocktail, laid out 2000 pesetas (by 2001 it was about 12 bucks).

She nodded and took a big sip.

- Liza. She said with a smile (she finally smiled). - You know, I really love this cocktail.

I smiled back.

- I ordered because it looks like your eyes! - (the cocktail was green as grass).

While she was drinking him, I said with a sly smile:

- You know, Lisa, perhaps this is too frank, but you, in my opinion, the most beautiful thing that I saw in this country.

She almost choked on a cocktail.

- This is the best that you had ?! She asked. “Well, Jeremy, you seem to be looking pretty good, but you need to work with tactics.”

We sat for a while, listening to the next group, looking at each other when, as we thought, the other did not see.

I ordered her another cocktail, but he did not drink. She said a couple of phrases, from which I realized that she was a waitress or a maid, or something like that, came from Eastern Europe (some country like Ukraine), but is now relaxing. I smiled and quickly bought her another cocktail, this time Cuba Libre.

She quickly sucked him out, and then a strange song began, and a clip was projected on the screen in which the porn model was simultaneously fucked and spanked on the bottom with a belt. I stopped pretending not to look at her, and she caught my eye. She smiled, and I saw her flush. Lisa pulled a pen from somewhere in her micro-dress and quickly wrote something on a piece of paper, which she quickly thrust to me.

She did not look as I was reading him, but it was interesting that her cheeks became even redder, and it was perfectly visible even in the darkness of the bar.

I read: "Do you really really want me?"

I looked at her and slowly nodded, trying to look like a secular lion and a host of millions. She winked and waved her index finger, then grabbed a piece of paper, quickly wrote “Follow me” on it and quickly left the bar. She swayed slightly, but very gracefully. I quickly followed her.

A narrow corridor led to some strange storage rooms, or how to call them - some small former cabins. She stood at the door of one of them. I walked over and she quickly pulled me inside. It was crowded and dark here, there was nothing to lie on, but I did not care. I heard her close the door.

Our lips met.

I sharply lifted her armpits and pressed her against the wall, kissing her hot mouth, pressing her so that she could not slide down. Her breath smelled of alcohol and lipstick. I threw one of her slender, long legs behind my back, and with my other hand grabbed her dark hair, while she moaned and began to rotate the tongue in my mouth.

I ran my hand up her thigh to her ass, squeezed her and lifted the girl higher, until I realized that she was not wearing panties. She threw the second leg and squeezed them behind my back. Holding it was not at all difficult - it was quite easy. I began to try her wet sex lips with my middle finger, the fingers of the other hand while continuing to squeeze and gently pull her hair. My finger moved on, rubbing her lips until I came across the clitoris with piercing.

Then she moaned and squeezed her teeth, almost biting my lip when I broke off our kiss at the last moment and threw back her head, pulling my hair.

- Careful there! - She moaned, her eyes in the dimness of the back room were clouded. She licked her lips and bent her head to my neck, kissing her, then starting to suck her hot mouth.

I grinned and ran my fingers further into her pussy, which was now all oozing and shaking, having already driven two fingers into it — she responded, digging deeper into my neck, leaving a deep hickey on her. I removed my hand from her hair and pulled it down, unbuttoning my pants and belt. Oddly enough, I easily coped with this, and my standing member was already swaying down, freed from the panties. I continued to fuck her with my fingers, just to see how she would react, how much she smacked me in the neck, and how much she would moan loudly.

She broke away from my neck, and I noticed that her lips were covered with smeared red mass - I did not know if it was her lipstick, or still my skin parted and she tried my blood. These thoughts were interrupted by her moaning question:

- Will you feel me all night, or finally fuck me with your dick?

Having said this, she reached out to my groin, wrapped her thin fingers around my standing member and pulled it to her pussy.

“He's more than I expected,” she giggled.

I winked at her and dropped her slightly before pushing my hips towards her. My tight, fat cock slid past her piercing, making her cry out, and thrust right into her narrow, cramped hole, moving farther and farther until her pen tried to stop her, her eyes were looking at me imploringly.

- Well, is it big enough? - I asked her, moving on. She moaned something unintelligible, raised her hand up, grabbed my shoulder, and I ruthlessly pushed my entire powerful trunk into her.

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