Busty German hippie Jolee Love anal fuck and blowjob at hostel #LETSDOEIT

Title: **German Hippie Jolee Love’s Wicked Christmas Traveler Encounter**

Jolee Love, a busty German hippie, found herself stuck in a Strasbourg hostel during a winter getaway. Aphrodite’s lingerie clung to her curves as she wandered the dimly lit halls, seeking company on a cold Christmas Eve. Her first glimpse of the handsome traveler piqued her curiosity.

Trevor, an American businessman delayed by last-minute work, huddled by the fire in the common area. Jolee’s lithe figure sashayed into view, her chestnut curls bouncing with each step. “Mind if I join you?” she purred in a thick German accent.

Trevor’s eyes widened as he took in her low-cut top and skimpy bottoms, barely concealing her voluptuous assets. “Please do,” he replied, patting the chair beside him.

Jolee plopped down with a giggle, admiring the way his button-down strained against his muscular physique. “You’re American, ja? What brings you to our quaint little corner of France?”

As Trevor explained his business trip, Jolee uncrossed and recrossed her mile-long legs, revealing a peek of her VS Angels panties. Trevor’s trousers grew uncomfortably tight as he struggled to maintain eye contact. “And you?” he managed to ask. “Just passing through on your holiday travels?”

“Well, as they say in Germany, ‘fickende Weihnachtsparty, huh?'” Jolee giggled, her hand brushing his knee.

Trevor nearly choked on his tea at her bawdy quip. On a whim, he reached out and caressed her cheek, admiring her rosebud lips. “I could do with a good shag,” he murmured. “Makes everything feel cheerier, right?”

Jolee bit her lip, eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned in close. “Ja, my friend… maybe you can stuff my stocking this Christmas?” She giggled and rose abruptly, sauntering towards the stairs.

Trevor scrambled to follow, his imagination running wild. As he entered her room, Jolee used a nimble finger to motion him inside, before gently pushing him onto the bed. She smoothed her hands down his chest as she straddled him, grinding slowly.

“I don’t want to rush things,” Trevor panted as she lowered her mouth to his.

“Rush? Me, no!” Jolee chuckled breathily. She slipped her hand under his shirt, tracing circles on his hardening cock. “Let’s take it slow, but dirty.”

As her hands worked to loosen his belt, Jolee dropped feather-light kisses down his chest. She momentarily disappeared from view before reappearing, now topless. Trevor groaned at the sight of her exquisitely full breasts.

With swift movements, she had his trousers off, admiring the bulge in his boxers. Jolee peeled these away to reveal his veiny shaft, fully erect and throbbing. She licked her lips hungrily before flicking her tongue over his swollen tip.

Stroking his rock-hard length, Jolee teased him mercilessly, savoring the salty drops of precum. Her lush lips wrapped around his cock, slowly engulfing him as she bobbed her head.

“Fuck, Jolee,” Trevor growled, fisting his hands in her abundance of curls. “That’s it, nice and deep.”

Jolee hummed in approval as she took him to the hilt, her throat constricting around him. She worked her way back up, placing kisses on every throbbing inch. She gave a wicked grin before diving in again, sucking his cock with wanton abandon.

As her mouth emphasized every motion, a shrine of her hefty buttocks pressed into the air, clad only in black lace undies. Trevor reached out to grab her meaty moons, savage groans breaking free as he imagined pounding her from behind.

Jolee’s ministrations ratcheted up, sucking him harder and faster, fingernails drawing scorching trails down his chest. “Hakan’t wait,” she gasped as she pulled off, “fick me ’til I scream, you fickerin’ dirty bastard!”

In a flurry of motion, Jolee shed the last of her flimsy garments. She bent completely over the bed, arching her back cleverly, submitting her voluptuous derriere for lavish worship. Trevor slid his fingers through her slick, inviting folds, savoring her drenching arousal.

With his other hand, he squeezed the round bubbles of her hiked-up ass, spreading them apart to expose the tight pink pucker nestled within. Placing the tip of his member against it, Trevor began a steady pressure.

Jolee moaned rapturously as Toyes’ bulbous head popped inside, tapping her cerulean abyss. Slowly, he inched deeper, inch after inch stretching and filling her. “Oh ja ja fucking ja…” she grunted.

Burying himself to the hilt, Trevor paused for a moment to admire the glorious sight: his thick cock pumping into her most intimate place, as the globes of Jolee’s premier rear took a lewd pounding. Her cries grew as his balls slapped her clit with breathtaking force.

Breathing heavily, Jolee threw her head back uttering obscenities. “Harder! Fick my tight little asshole!” She bucked back onto his pistoning dick, each movement punctuated by lewd squelching.

An amber glow from the firelight cast the room in chessy brilliance as Trevor pumped, his heavy sack clenching, signaling his impending explosion. Jolee’s rosebud quivered, signaling the start of her own release.

With a final series of wild thrusts, Trevor erupted, flooding her anal canal with hot seed. Jolee shuddered and screamed as the climax ripped through her, pulsing around his clenching cock and milking it for all it was worth.

As Trevor collapsed on top of her, both sprawling bonelessly on the bed, Jolee giggled warmly into his shirt. “Well this was a much less painful way to pass Christmas Eve than being on call all weekend,” Trevor quipped.

“Ach, I would not wish a fate worse,” Jolee quipped back, turning over to kiss him deeply.

As Trevor lay there, reveling in Jolee’s sprawling posterior pressed against him, he felt he had done Santa proud.