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Every summer, thousands of salacious tourists flock to Lanvi, a small island covered in a lush rainforest, rolling hills, verdant valleys, and some miniature, inactive volcanoes. The tropical vegetation surrounds a welcoming metropolis, home to the world’s most sexually vivacious culture in existence.There are thousands of adult-only resorts, erotic attractions, and lascivious businesses throughout the city. Here, sexual exploration is a rite of passage; a way of life that is not easily replicated elsewhere in the world.People from all over the world come here to explore their wildest desires. Each new tourist season brings a new generation of thrill seekers, more curious and ambitious than the last. As each generation introduced wilder fantasies, our culture adopted an uninhibited perspective toward sexuality.That’s not to say our home became orgiastic by cultural invasion. We were practicing sexual freedom and experimentation long before any tourist set foot on our island.Lanvi is a sizeable island that’s part of a much larger island chain. Most of our people live on the larger islands, where children and the family-friendly atmosphere dictate cultural appropriateness. On Lanvi, there are no children, and there haven’t been since the island was first settled. Our island has always been a place where adults come to indulge in carnal, animalistic lust.The only residents not taking full pleasure in our open culture are the native women. It’s not that native men mistreat or think little of us; it’s that our men are busy satisfying foreign women, and foreign men typically aren’t capable of satisfying us. Based on their performance, I don’t think they’re capable of satisfying any woman.During the lust of summer, many Lanvi women share Gölbaşı escort each others’ beds, unable to find visiting men who can give us our desired pleasures. Though we love the feel of each other, we also love the feel of men.Outside of tourist season, many Lanvi are married, though our concept of marriage is very different from everywhere else in the world. Even visitors who claim to be in open marriages gasped at our freedom to explore our appetites. At any time, we are all allowed to indulge in each others’ bodies for whatever reason we seek; there are absolutely no boundaries.When tourists arrive, boundaries are set for a short time, but eventually, they submit to the endless waves of pleasure that come with sexual freedom. As youths, many of us partied in open-door hotels, finding hundreds of horny bodies to satisfy our lust.Now, I prefer the touch of only one man – two at the most – who can keep my wet slit pounded and quivering. For years, that’s been my mission: finding a man who satisfies me. I’m not too concerned with his emotional availability.There’s a saying on Lanvi: Lavi san renmen bay selman lanvi. Life without love gives only lust.For a few of us, this saying carries spiritual meaning. Personally, finding love isn’t as important as finding a man who can make me quake at the slightest touch.Finding physical intimacy isn’t hard on Lanvi. It’s finding the right kind of physical intimacy that presents a challenge. As an older woman, I usually attract younger men, who don’t know what a pussy is, or older men, who never have enough energy for me.The man I want probably doesn’t exist, but I still hold hope that I’ll find him one day. Until then, I spend every summer lying on my favorite Keçiören escort bayan beach, sunbathing naked, trying to attract my masculine lover.Whenever my pussy aches too much, I’ll allow an eager sprite to crawl between my legs and give me an orgasm or two. They never last more than five minutes, but it’s a very energetic five minutes. If it isn’t a young man between my legs, it’s a young lady trying to impress me with her tongue tricks.Some of those girls even earned my respect by not asking to taste me before shoving their tongues into my sweet slit. They sensed how horny I was and took the initiative to satisfy me. A couple of them even wore fake dicks to fuck me with, but they never surpassed the real thing.Recently, while tanning my golden brown skin, I spotted a younger man at the water’s edge. I followed his back tattoos to his tight ass and saw a thick, bulbous tip dangling between his thighs. I nearly blacked out as all the moisture in my body rushed between my legs.I felt the petals of my swampy flower blossom and smelt my scent fill the air. It intoxicated me along with the group of innocuous boys hovering around me. Frightened by my womanly aroma, many of the boys fled, leaving behind only their biggest friend.Like the talented girls I’d come to respect, the young man knelt between my legs and thrust his massive rod into my velvety cunt. His dick was so big; it pulled my attention away from my future lover. Just as I looked down to watch his first young thrust, his balls emptied and he just about collapsed on top of me.I rolled the heaving body off of me and caught the eyes of my future lover. My legs curled, and I nearly fainted from excitement as he started walking Escort Kızılay toward me. The bulbous tip that ignited the fire between my legs dangled at the end of a long, thick, masculine dick; much bigger than the young cock that just coated my wet, silky walls with its premature, watery, unscented slime.As he came closer, the muscular, meaty rod grew longer and fatter. My mind and body filled with anticipation, knocking me over and opening my legs wider. I arched my back, moaned softly, and grabbed the corners of my beach blanket, bracing for his invasion.Instead, he reached down and rubbed his fingertips along my slit, grazing my clitoris as he walked by without saying a word. Just one touch sent waves of pleasure up my spine, making me shake and twist uncontrollably. My legs crossed as my teased vulva quivered, overcome with ecstasy.I bit my fingertips to stop myself from screaming as I came from his slight touch. My stomach tightened and convulsed as a hot stream of nectar flowed from my quivering lips. A horny girl forced her face into my swollen labia, slurping my excitement and allowing my lover to escape.Girl after girl moved between my legs, keeping me writhing in wanton pain. Every once in a while, the girly tongues and fake dicks were replaced by real dicks. All shapes and sizes and hardness levels filled my insatiable hollow, unable to satisfy me the way my lover’s fingertips had.For hours, my pussy was the center of attention for hundreds of horny tourists, leaving me covered and filled with gallons of cum. Near sunset, a gorgeous native girl twirled her tongue with such precision; she made me squirt on her face. She stayed between my legs even as men and women alike had their way with my saturated pussy.When moonlight lit the beach, the girl and I parted ways, and I gathered my things and headed home. My loosely worn kimono danced in the wind as a soft breeze whispered sweet nothings between my legs. Young pedestrians shouted immature flirtations as the gooey streams running down my legs sparkled in the moonlight.

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