Fingering on the Frankfurt fan mile

Half-time break on the Frankfurt fan mile: Germany – Scotland, 3:0 after 45 minutes. The air is buzzing with cheers and good spirits.

I'm standing there in my Euro jersey, number 6 on my chest, getting myself a bratwurst. I'm so excited about the third goal a few seconds ago that my nipples are really hard and firm.

With my large breasts, the jersey is a little small at the top. This makes my nipples show through incredibly hard. Now I know why all the men are constantly staring greedily at my big breasts, even though the Euro jersey unfortunately doesn't allow for a neckline. My hard nipples are visibly pressing through the fabric, giving a hint of how sexy and round my breasts look naked.

Otherwise, I'm only wearing a short black skirt, a pair of sneakers, and two cute German flags on my cheeks.

My chestnut-colored hair falls over my number 6 jersey.

Suddenly, I see an incredibly hot guy in front of me. Number 9. Aha, Mr. Füllkrug. Broad shoulders, striking chin. I feel a hot wave wash over my pussy. He looks like he has a really thick cock. My nipples suddenly get harder for other reasons.

I can't help myself and have to touch myself. But here in public? On the other hand, there are so many people – no one will notice anyway. It's super crowded. My hand quickly disappears into my shiny black skirt. That's right, I'll pretend I need to fix something.

I just want to touch my clitoris and look at this magnificent specimen of a man while I do it. Even if it's only for a moment. No one has to notice. The first time I touch my clit, my pussy trembles, blood rushes to my labia, and it gets wet as if at the push of a button. I pull my hand out again. Oh God, that was five seconds at most. I'm sure no one noticed.

What do I do now with my built-up horniness?

Attack.

You can do it. Just stand in front of him for a moment and look at him innocently and sweetly. My nipples are still standing at attention. He won't be able to say no anyway.

I push my way through the crowd like a striker fighting his way through the defense.

Done, I've tactically positioned myself in front of number 9.

He sees my silhouette. My long chestnut-colored hair, the cute little German flags on my cheeks, the shiny lip gloss, how I've opened my lips just a finger's width. It's exciting to present myself like this. My nipples are now fully erect and almost hurt a little from arousal.

Come on, number 9. Talk to me.

I make sure my big tits don't miss their mark and turn them towards him so he can see how hot my curves are. How hard my nipples are. If only he knew why my index finger and thumb are shiny. A strand of hair falls into my face, which I brush back behind my ear.

Suddenly, I hear a deep male voice say, “Great game, huh? The boys should make that clear!”

The boys should make that clear. That's my cue.

I turn around. Jackpot. Number 9 is talking to me. I'm not going to let this one get away. There's still a little time before the second half.

What do you think is going on off the field at Germany-Scotland?

I give him a sweet, mischievous smile. I boldly grab his big, strong hand and say, “Come with me, I have to show you something, No. 9,” a smile flitting across my shiny lips.

Completely bewildered and willing, he lets me pull him away from the snack bar line. “What's your name, anyway?” he asks me. I take my hair and brush it over both shoulders so that the name above the number 6 on the back can be read. “Heidi,” he reads aloud. “Nice to meet you, Heidi. What do you have in store for me?”

“Well, let yourself be surprised,” I whisper in his ear after trying to reach it on tiptoe.

When I arrived at the fan zone in Frankfurt earlier, I noticed a stand standing right next to a hedge. The perfect place for a casual encounter. I slide backwards between the hedge and the wooden shack so that no one can see me and pull my hot Euro flirt towards me.

Without another word, I kneel in front of him. My skin touches the cool, damp greenery, which presses against my knees in soft, tickling spikes. I help him unzip his jeans, and his thick cock springs out at the perfect height for sucking.

Hmmmm, just as big and thick as I had hoped. I take his shaft in my right hand and jerk him off so that he gets nice and hard. Meanwhile, of course, I mustn't forget that my greedy pussy also wants to be pampered.

That's why my left hand dives down towards my clit. I take my oily bud between my thumb and index finger and pull on it a little. I want to bring myself to climax. So I start to do it myself, knowing his thick cock is under control.

Speaking of his cock, my God, it's growing into a huge tool in my hand. I didn't expect that at all. I start to moan quietly because it feels so good that I'm about to come again. The time has come, I'm fingering myself. On the fan mile in Frankfurt. So hot.

Now all I need is a thick cock that fills my mouth completely. What am I waiting for? The half-time break won't last forever, and No. 9 definitely wants to see our boys win. So I tell him firmly.

“Fuck my mouth!”

And I open my mouth wide for him so that he can sink his entire cock into me with one thrust. Oh my God, he pushes it all the way in. To make it even easier for him, I take his hands and place his right hand on my head.

I make his hand grab my auburn mane really tightly. Then it's his left hand's turn. It belongs on my neck.

He shouldn't give me any chance to escape. He is only too happy to comply with my silently expressed wish by thrusting into my mouth with even more precision and hardness.

Wow, his whole cock is sinking into my mouth. I have to concentrate to take it all in. But it feels hot, so horny and greedy as he fucks my mouth.

I feel a thick, wet layer forming in my slit, which is about to accumulate into a thick drop. He keeps thrusting further and further to push his thick cock all the way in. He pushes it in so deep that strands of saliva run down my still shiny lips.

You chose this yourself, Heidi, I think to myself. It's your own fault for letting such a huge cock slide deep into your mouth and then asking him to hold you down.

Oh my God, I want him to shoot his hot load into my greedy mouth. Not on my face, not on my jersey. Everything in my mouth. I don't want anyone to notice how I'm celebrating the 3-0 win against Scotland.

During a short break from fucking, I grab his thick cock and push it out of my mouth for a moment.

Gasping with lust and my lips covered in saliva, I look deep into his eyes:

“Fill me up. I want your hot load in my mouth. Every drop.”

Confidently and without hesitation, he grabs me and pushes his thick cock back into my mouth. I notice that the veins on his cock are throbbing even more. Oh God, he's about to fill my whole mouth with his hot load…

It makes me so horny to know that he's about to fill my whole mouth with his hot load. I want to come at the same time. So I reach into my skirt again with my hand and slide two fingers into my wet pussy. It's so incredibly tight and throbbing because it knows I'm about to be sprayed full. — Kneeling beautifully in front of a huge cock.

I hear him breathing deeper and deeper, like a rattle. His hand grips me tighter and tighter, so that I notice that the intensity of his horniness increases with every thrust. It's as if more and more water is flowing into a container, constantly increasing the pressure.

At some point, it has to burst, explode, and release all the contents that have flowed in before, explosively and jerkily.

I'm ready, my pussy is ready.

I finger and fuck myself in the hope that soon a huge wave of lust will overflow my mouth with massive pressure and be sprayed into my throat like a tsunami.

The anticipation of what is about to come is just too great. I can't take it anymore. I moan loudly with lust, my thighs vibrating uncontrollably.

He sees how horny I am fingering myself and how I fuck my dripping wet pussy effortlessly at maximum speed, intensely, hard, and fast. At this sight, he can't take it anymore, his cock becomes bursting with tension, his veins standing out rock hard. He pushes his cock into my mouth with a hard thrust and pumps his entire load of accumulated lust into me.

The gush hits my throat first, splashing in all directions and spreading like a bursting water tank all over my mouth. It's such a big load that it feels like it fills my entire mouth. To make sure not a drop goes to waste, he holds my head with both hands and pushes it even harder against his crotch than he already has.

Oh God, he's filled me up. Now nothing must go to waste. Even the last few splashes land obediently in my mouth. I close my lips so I can keep everything inside me. I slowly get up, adjust my jersey, stroke his upper body and smile slightly at him. Then I disappear into the crowds at the public viewing and try not to let on.

My whole mouth is full of his hot load. Spitting it out is not an option. So I'll just have to swallow it slowly and discreetly. Now I stand there, emotionless due to the situation, watching the team work their magic and smiling to myself. No one around me knows that I spent the half-time break doing something a little different.

So today, keep an eye out for girls at public viewings who are wearing Euro jerseys, are nicely dressed, and look a little emotionless. Maybe they're just trying to hide the fact that they have a huge load in their mouths.