I pull out of her momentarily to catch my breath. I slowly pull myself out of her. Knowing little to no French, I take out my phone to translate the name: “Olga’s Bakery.” I wouldn’t have been able to guess that boulangerie is French for bakery. I signal to her with my hands that I want two of those croissants with a glass of water. With her legs wide open, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart. Or maybe she’s just the local village whore. I feel her rise slowly and slam herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy pussy. I get a warm and wet sensation run down my cock telling me she hit a powerful orgasm. Olga’s moans blissfully from the power of my arrival. Without much trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty hole and sits down taking every inch of my meat deep inside her hairy wet vagina. I’m 24 years old, single, and travel solo for leisure at least twice a year.
