Albanian girl put finger

The sun-drenched streets of Tirana, Albania, rumor with life and activity. Among the bustling crowds, a curious spectacle unfolds. A young, barely legal girl, no more than 18, strides down the pavement with a devilish glint in her eye. Her raven hair bounces erotically with each step, drawing envious stares from the older women and lustful ogling from the men.

The girl’s name is Anisa. She’s dressed in a tight, low-cut top, her pert nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her jeans hug her curvy hips and round ass like a second skin. It’s an outfit that screams “fuck me,” and she knows it.

Anisa has a reputation in Tirana as a wild, cum-craving slut. She loves to tease and tempt, to entice men with a glimpse of her naked flesh before vanishing into the night. Tonight is no different. She makes her way to the city’s seedy underbelly, its red-light district where the most debauched acts occur behind closed doors.

She enters a dimly-lit bar, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the heady scent of whiskey. Her eyes scan the room, taking in the hardened faces of the men huddled around the small, round tables. She spots him then – a local gangster, with an aura of danger and a reputation for liking it rough.

Anisa saunters over to him, hips swaying seductively. She leans in close, her ample cleavage spilling out as she traces a finger along his rough jaw.

“Hey there, handsome,” she purrs, her deep-set gaze locked on his. “I need a cigarette. You got one for me?”

The gangster grins, his eyes raking over her body. “Sure thing, doll. Have a seat.”

Anisa slips into the chair across from him, letting her legs fall open just slightly. The gangster’s eyes drop to her crotch, taking in the slightest hint of wetness that has begun to darken her jeans.

“Hardly anyone wears jeans this tight anymore,” he remarks, fishing out a cigarette and lighter. “It’s like you’re asking to be fingered right here in this bar.”

Anisa takes the cigarette from his fingers and pops it between her lips, leaning in for him to light it. As she inhales, she sits back and slides her thumbs under her waistband. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” she says with a wicked grin.

The gangster’s gaze intensifies, his bulge growing against his trousers. He runs his tongue along his lower lip at the promise of what’s to come. “Well, far be it from me to disappoint a lady,” he says, and his hand rests on her bare thigh, squeezing the firm muscle.

Anisa holds his gaze, daring him with her eyes. She wets her lips, indicator of the pleasure to come. Then, slowly, purposefully… she parts her legs wider. The gangster’s eyes fix on the dark V of her crotch, the damp spot that speaks of her arousal.

“Why don’t you find out how much I want it?” she whispers.

His fingers walk their way up her inner thigh, so close to her slit. Anisa gasps as he cups her mound, her hips rocking slightly into his touch. The gangster chuckles low in his throat. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. Beg me to shove my fingers inside this tight cunt.”

“Please,” Anisa moans, already so turned on that she can’t find the strength to play coy anymore. “I need you inside me. I need your fingers fucking my pussy right here.”

The gangster’s eyes flash with desire. His fingers slip beneath the hem of her jeans, under the soaked fabric of her panties. She shudders as he parts her lower lips, circling her clit, sinking one long finger into her slick heat.

“Fuck, girl,” he groans, watching her face as he pumps his finger in and out of her. “You’re tighter than a virgin’s asshole. I’m going to loosen you up.”

Anisa utters a guttural moan as the gangster adds a second finger, stretching her, stimulating her most sensitive spots. She has to clamp her thighs together to keep from drawing attention to their naughty act.

The gangster leans back in his chair, observing her pleasure with unabashed interest as he finger-fucks the tight young slut openly, right there in the bar. Anisa rides his hand, muffling her screams with her hand over her mouth. She knows she’s putting on a hell of a show, the naughtiest girl in Tirana.

Minutes turn to a haze as the gangster finger-fucks her to climax, again and again, until she’s practically screeching in rapture, fluids gushing down his slicked fingers. The other patrons barely glance their way, too engrossed in their own debaucheries to pay notice.

But Anisa knows it’s only a matter of time before some brave soul approaches, drawn to the erotic scene. And she’ll gladly finger-fucked by anyone bold enough to ask…