Love is in the Air (Special San Valentin 2022)

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All English translations are done as honestly as possible by a non-native speaker. However, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment.

🇪🇦 spanish version

    Manu can't sleep.

    She gets out of bed jaded, dressed only in a pink thong, and goes to one of the windows of her room in Vienna's luxurious Park Hyatt hotel in the heart of the city center's gold quarter. The city is asleep and only the dull headlights of occasional cars illuminate the deserted streets. You switch on your mobile phone, hoping to find a text message - still nothing.

    OpenFly Air staff are contracted, twice a year, to the best hotels in the destination city. This is one of the airline owner's unsavable perks for his workers. Lying next to her in bed is a naked and very sleepy Vane, her short blonde hair swirling like a bird's nest after a storm. She snores rhythmically, but this imperfection makes her more adorable. Manu smiles. There is no person in this world who wants more. After landing, when they got to the hotel, they had two drinks (or was it three?) and went to the room. As they undressed, they slowly kissed and crawled into bed next to two tubs of Ben & Jerry Cookie Dough ice cream. They started watching the romantic film "Permission to fall in love, part II" in German.

-Fuck, I don't understand anything -said Vane. Next time I'll bring my own TV.

    The joke is old and bad, and the complicit laughter between them is exaggerated by the stupidity of the joke. Tired of not understanding anything, Manu tries to change the channel, but Miss Lopez has a better idea than to watch a film in Germanic sound and slipped under the fluffy blanket slyly, first with the palm of her hand and then with her lively tongue, she began to lick Manu's treasure like God intended. The extraordinary orgasm was not long in coming, while Manuela gently massaged Vane's short blonde hair from the nape of her neck to the crown of her head.

-You're the best pussy eater in the world, she confirmed as she reached her second orgasm almost in a row.

-And part of the foreigner. And, what's more, I'm also known as the famous and legendary Comecoños de Cantabria. It's not a myth, it's real -a loquacious Vane revolted, her face still buried in Manuela's vertical smile.

    They both laughed again at the foolishness uttered.

-You owe me one, the next cock is my choice and it's for me, however you want it.

    Manu nodded and pressed it again against the swollen nipple of her eager, voluptuous vulva.

-Yes, yes... but now it's less talking and more sucking, Miss Lopez.

    Manu adores Vane, he shares everything with her... except for one thing. A mysterious man she's still in love with. She can't stop thinking about a night in Ibiza years ago, close to another February 14th, where her life took an unexpected turn...

    She checks her cell phone again... nothing.

    Our Manu's memories go back four years in time like an involuntary spring and to the crowded discotheque "Despecho" in Ibiza.

    Manu and her friend, Lucia from Cordoba, from the same airline company OpenFly Air, watch the various guests at the private Valentine's Day themed party, gin tonic in hand. They are both wearing tight jeans that enhance their already great asses. An open military camouflage jacket and big earrings, to house parrots as Vane would say, with the peace symbol, in Manu's case, complete the outfit. Lucia, on the other hand, wears a super tight, flowing yellow shirt where her exaggerated breasts look like atomic bombs about to explode. The buttons of her shirt have been suffering from this fact since the day she bought it. Lucia boasts that her tits have taken more cumshots than the back seats of the FakeTaxi videos.

-See that guy in the dinner jacket leaning with both hands on the railing? They say he runs a high-class brothel in the capital - says Lucia. - He's a predator... there's not a night that goes by without some girl trying to talk to him, and most of them are dispatched by his security staff within minutes, they don't even get close.

-What are you talking about, sis, he doesn't look like that. He's hot. I'm sure he's a secret agent and he's saving the world from a deadly virus that only kills dumb girls like you -Manu corrects.

    Lucia laughs as she stares at her prey.

-Are you betting 200 euros that I'll fuck him tonight?

-You? If you're on the extinction list... -confirms our protagonist.

-No more talk, we have a bet!

    Lucia sensually approaches the staircase that will take her to the mysterious gentleman's private room, shaking her long black hair and unbuttoning a button on her yellow shirt. The bodyguard intercepts her and sends her back to the mortal realm.

-You've come a long way -Manu gloats.

-He's a faggot, you can see it a thousand leagues away -grumbles Miss Cardoso.

-No way, leave it to me. Is the 200 euro bet still on -she asks.

    Miss Cardoso nods in amusement, thinking that Manuela will also fail. Manu goes to the bar, grabs a forlorn tray, and orders himself an expensive bottle of champagne (150 euros maximum, he tells the waiter). He pulls his hair into a bun with a pen before reaching the bouncer, gives him a broad smile as he says tersely: "Bottle for the gentleman upstairs. On the house. Samir lets her pass, confident, without further ado. Arriving at the private room, the mysterious gentleman looks at her curiously.

-Of course, the waitress's idea is a bold one. I must remind my bodyguard of some basic notions later... tell me what do you want?

-What's there to choose? I don't want anything, just to win a 200€ bet from my friend down there -as she points to a very offended Miss Cardoso with her arms crossed.

-Ah, the stupid brunette from before. I don't like such crass women. And going in on my bodyguard saying she was willing to suck my dick is not the best strategy -he comments - You, on the other hand... you intrigue me. I like women with clear ideas, women who have more to offer than tits. Please stay with me, let's drink that bottle of champagne you brought... you can call me Papa Booze. And your name is...?

-Fleur de Lis, Mr. Secret Agent -Manu improvises on the fly.

    Papa Booze smiles. He's not used to such cheekiness.

-You know I could find out your name with one phone call, right? I love your name.

-Well, you have no choice. I want to dance, not get into bed with you, though I can see you're a great fit, my lord. You'd better work on me first, Mr. Horse's Nose... and while you're at it, tell your bouncer to order a few more bottles... and expensive ones.

    And they danced and drank. At one point in the evening, as Manu leaned on the railing to watch the others dance ecstatically to the rhythms of Sonique's music, she felt him spread her shapely legs with his long-fingered deft hands (the jeans were already surrendered halfway up) and penetrate her from behind with 28 centimeters of hard, fat cock. Ambitious thrusts invaded her eager, wet pussy. She kept clutching Fleur de Lis' generous breasts like a castaway clinging to a last lifeboat as she smiled to the crowd. There was no need to pull down her panties, she wasn't wearing any.

-How's your bet going, Fleur de Lis?

-Wonderful, arriving at the finish line -answered our stewardess in a breathy voice.

Manu realized that he was about to ejaculate because of the acceleration of the rhythm. 

-This one cums inside like my name is Manuela del Carmen, -she said to herself, slipped her hand under her pussy and grabbed his swollen balls.

    Within seconds, a rush of heat flooded her pussy as she stroked his balls as if squeezing them. Not to be outdone, she accompanied his orgasm with one of her own. Manu had the best orgasm of his life. After unloading his masculinity, Papa Booze lifted the champagne bottle and drank the rest of the bottle over the shoulders and ass of a sweaty Manuela. The wonderful acidity of her skin mingled with the refreshing bubbly. She, for her part, slammed the doors of her warm sex shut so as not to let any drop of his conquered warm and delicious sperm escape.

-I'm obsessed with feeling the cum inside me, I know. To have the absolute certainty that they have cum, that they can't hide their orgasm, to be in control, drives me crazy -Manu inwardly gloats.

    Lucia for her part did end up blowing one a cock in the ladies' room, but when she applied her special trick of wrapping the cock of the guy in her long silky hair, he immediately cum amidst guttural sounds, turned his face upside down and didn't even buy her a cheap drink afterwards.

-I want to see you again if you wish -Papa Booze confessed to Fleur de Lis, as he kissed her slowly and lovingly on the neck and nape of her neck, absorbing and enjoying her scent with every breath -But I warn you that I don't believe in love affairs. After a while, they become monotonous, full of reproaches and unfulfilled hopes. They lose their magic with every passing minute. I respect monogamy, but it's unnatural and something I don't agree with. I don't want to get bored of you. You're fun and sassy. I like you a lot. I'll make you a deal.

-My terms are: Four days before every fourteenth of February, you'll receive a text message with coordinates and a time. We will alternate with the organization of the meeting year after year. The only valid answer will be Yes or No. There will be no Plan B. After two refusals, this fantasy will cease to exist without question. Our marital status will not be questioned, and, in truth, I don´t care. Under no circumstances will we confess our names and on the health certificate (no longer than 48 hours) that we will present at the beginning of each relationship, our names will be crossed out. We will never use condoms or contraception measures. I don't want to waste a minute that day putting on a fucking condom. Our relationships will always be "naturae". I will take all the consequences of this non-negotiable demand. Every February 14th of every year is for us. There will never be third parties and what happens between us will be consensual. The key word to stop fucking at any time will be Columpio. Our meetings will end at the latest at 6 o'clock in the morning of the following day. They will not be extended under any circumstances, and we will never compromise each other's identity, recites Papa Booze. - Do we have a deal?

- Oh, please... Did you read this somewhere or did you just come up with it on your own - smiles Manu, fixing him with her beautiful eyes. - Look, pretty face, big cock. I'll sign for the top-secret agent coordinates and whatever else you want. I just want you to fuck my brains out. And be respectful... I can be a bitch in bed, but I'll only be your bitch. You must cut the bullshit and make me cum at least three times. It'll be easy with that dick of yours. I didn't come to your top-secret base, Mr. Super Mystery Agent, so you can leave me high and dry. You're going to make me come, one of them, with your tongue (this is non-negotiable). No third persons... never. You belong only to me that day and I to you. I won't even share you with God. Those are my terms... Do we have a deal? -Manu concludes.

Papa Booze nods a little taken aback. I didn't expect Manu to have any conditions of his own. He's used to setting them, not having them set for him.

-Well, come on, let's fuck, daddy. Break me in two, you've got me all hot and bothered about the secret agent and the coordinates. And you still have two more fucks to do.

    And that's how it's been for the last four years, with the only exception that instead of Yeses, Manu always allowed himself to send a different emoji to "get on the master's nerves". Papa Booze, on the other hand, didn't deviate from the script and replied with the agreed, terse Yes.

    The cell screen lights up with a flash.

-It's about time, damm super-secret agent. You were overthrowing another banana state riding a jet ski, bazooka on your shoulder, and I was sitting here waiting -smiles Manu and answers instantly with the emoji 👍. A few seconds later he receives the answer. It's not the usual YES. It's another emoji. 😍 flashes on the mobile. Now Manu can't help but laugh out loud.

Do you want to know what coordinates Papa Booze sent this time to Fleur de Lis?

Well, do your best and indicate the location in the comments!

48° 8′ 24″ N , 11° 36′ 4,7″ O - 18:00 PM

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