> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://heidibaueroriginals.com/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # Tits sprayed with soccerjersey during thunderstorm - URL: https://heidibaueroriginals.com/tits-sprayed-with-em-jersey-during-thunderstorm/ - Published: 2025-11-24T14:12:53.000Z - Updated: 2026-05-20T17:32:29.000Z - Description: Last Saturday, during the EM match between Germany and Denmark, it wasn't just the thick, moisture-laden clouds that poured down on the people in the stadium and soaked them completely. In a small, tranquil bar … - Author: Heidi Bauer - Tags: soccer, sport, #Import 2026-08-23 21:07 Last Saturday, during the European Championship match between Germany and Denmark, it wasn't just the thick, moisture-laden clouds that poured down on the people in the stadium, leaving them completely soaked. In a small, quiet bar in Frankfurt, someone else also poured out their feelings, and I was not entirely innocent in this. “Where are we watching the game? Fan zone as usual?” flashes up on my phone on Saturday morning. “Sure, sweetie, as usual 😘. Put on something sexy 😂,” I reply to my girlfriend. Let's see which guy we catch in our net tonight, I ponder as I run my fingers over the fabric of my European Championship jersey. It's a shame the jersey doesn't show more cleavage. The women's beach volleyball players have to show half their buttocks, and the soccer merchandise is more conservative than a nun's habit. But at least my breasts are nicely accentuated and show what I have to offer. That's pretty cool too. When we arrive at the fan zone, my friend and I look for some nice seats. “Do you think the weather will hold?” I ask my friend, playing with my Euro jersey. My lip gloss is shiny, and the little German flags on my cheeks reveal that I'm in Euro spirit. “A severe thunderstorm cluster will hit Hesse on Saturday night,” my friend reads to me with concern. Well, then, let's hurry. We both look for a small bar near the fan zone. If we hadn't changed locations, we would now be completely soaked and could have participated in the next wet T-shirt contest. “Imagine how embarrassing it would be to arrive here at the bar and have our big breasts completely visible through our soaking wet jerseys? It was your idea not to wear a bra!” my friend whispers to me. I'm just imagining what it would have been like to be soaking wet from head to toe in the warm summer rain on the Frankfurt fan mile, hooking up with a hot guy during halftime. And now what? No hot guys, and I can't even flash my breasts at the guys. Outside, there's thunder and lightning. Actually, it's really cozy. I should have clarified my entertainment beforehand. Hmmmm, I'm just way too spontaneous. Suddenly, I feel someone behind me. Is someone rubbing his thick cock against my jeans? That can't be. “Heidi,” he whispers in my ear. Kinky images pop into my head. How a huge load of cum shoots into my mouth. How my head is held firmly, a huge cock sinks completely into my mouth. That's not No. 9 behind me, is it? I turn around. Sure enough, it's him! I smile innocently at him. “What are you doing here?” Outside, the storm is getting more and more intense. More and more lightning flashes. Let's see if something else flashes here soon. I notice how he starts to touch my body. His cock bulges more and more in his pants. Oh God, he wants me. I hope he fucks me today. When is halftime finally going to start? I really want to feel his thick cock deep inside me. Tonight, I want to really let loose! Why does it have to take so long for this stupid halftime to start? We both stare at the screen showing the game. But our thoughts are somewhere else entirely. Outside, the storm is getting worse. The rain is pouring down from above, and lightning illuminates the night sky with loud thunder and rumbling. I want him to fuck me already. When will this half-time finally be over? When can I finally pull him into the bathroom and let him fuck me hard? Suddenly, the players on the Dortmund pitch look up at the sky. The game is interrupted! What luck! I pull No. 9 into the ladies' room. Outside, the rain is now drumming even harder against the windows. Lightning flashes across the night sky, bathing us both in a bright, glaring light for a few brief moments before it becomes dim again. “Last time you didn't fuck me at all, No. 9! I've been getting off so often in the last few days, pushing my dildo deep into my wet slit. Always thinking about how you would do it. But I just couldn't fuck away my horniness for your cock myself!” I tell him, with a mixture of horniness and a hint of reproach. I know it's not his fault. After all, last time I made him pump my mouth full. Still, a little teasing can't hurt. --- Damn, the toilet is not an option. It feels like all the girls have flocked here to take advantage of the break in play. I need a new plan. On the way down, I noticed a door. Without further ado, we stand in front of the door and I slowly press down the handle. An old storage room. Very nice. The walls are unplastered, old light bulbs bathe the room in a warm light. This is probably where all the bar's drinks are stored. I drop my jeans and show him my thong. The thong flashes in white lace between my buttocks. I bend forward. To turn him on, I now offer him a hot doggy masturbation show. I reach into my panties and touch myself with circular movements. My breathing becomes faster and more uncontrolled. “I want you to use me,” I moan in a whisper. “Do whatever you want with me. Just make sure you push your thick cock deep inside me and let me cum!” I close my eyes and massage my increasingly throbbing labia. Waiting for the moment when he finally takes me. Oh God, I'm already so wet for you. I finally want No. 9 to push it in. He pushes my panties aside. Something hard sinks into my pussy quickly and without hesitation. Hmmmmm, he has a thick cock. Now he grabs my hips with his big, strong hands. With every thrust of his hips, I feel the pressure and pull of his strong arms. I'm so tight and now his thick cock is fucking me so deep. He pushes up my jersey so that my big breasts are exposed and bouncing. They are pressed down a little from above by the fabric. What a horny sight that must be! He's thrusting even harder now! He takes my big breasts in his hands... What a horny bastard. “Fuck me as hard as you want, I'm yours!” He doesn't need to be told twice. He pushes his cock mercilessly into my willing slit. With every thrust, I get wetter. Transparent white threads run down his cock. I moan. He fucks me so hard that I have to hold on to something. There are crates of drinks stacked in front of me. I hold on to a large crate. Every thrust causes the bottles to vibrate and the glass bottles to clink. He speeds up his thrusts and suddenly I slip and pull down a crate. Several bottles shatter on the floor, filling the room with loud clattering. Oh God, I hope no one heard that. Cursing. Loud footsteps. Suddenly, the door bursts open and the bar owner stands in the doorway. No. 9 already suspected that we were making too much noise and pulled me close behind a shelf right after the first clatter. “Now I have to clean that up too. I don't feel like it, I'll do it tomorrow,” and he slams the door behind him. Great, then we can continue! After all, I want to finish completely. --- I push No. 9 to the floor and take his face in my hands. “I want to ride you now and finish properly. Fuck me so hard!” Then I position my dirty ass over his cock and plunge his thick rod into my wet pussy. I tense my already tight slit to massage his thick cock even more. I support myself with both hands on his upper body. I press my upper arms together as far as possible so that he can see my breasts bouncing. Outside, the thunderstorm reaches its peak. The lightning doesn't stop. He grabs my ass and holds on tight. I lift my hips a little so that he can sink his cock into me with the full length of his stroke. Oh God, I never thought he would fuck me so hard. My labia are screaming to become even plumper. Instead of a transparent film of horniness forming in my pussy, I'm just running out. In thick white threads, as if I were squirting. He fucks me so hard that he almost whips my pussy juice into a froth. I can feel that he's about to come. I give him a kiss, push my pelvis up and whisper to him in sheer lust: “I want you to cum all over my tits.” I kneel down and make sure that he can cum all over my already squeezed breasts. The patter of rain is getting heavier. Soon he'll make me wet too. Finally. His hot load on my big tits. What could be hotter? He stands in front of me. Jerking his cock. His rod rears up. I give him a submissive look. “Please cum all over me. Please. I need it so badly,” I beg. I notice that my submissive behavior turns him on even more. He shoots his hot load in huge spurts onto my breasts. His cock unloads in front of me in violent contractions. He swings his cock from left to right so that both tits can benefit from his cum. His load drips down my breasts in thick white strands. Now I can't help myself. I have to capture this. I rummage through my handbag and take out my cell phone. “Take a few souvenir pictures, sweetie,” I say, pressing the phone with the camera app already open into his hand. He tries hard to capture me looking really hot. “Now I want you to film me playing with your cum on my tits!” I can tell how much this turns him on. He presses the record button. For me, it's the starting signal that I can now really let myself go. My breasts glisten with cum. I touch myself and bring myself to climax with circular movements. He films how horny my breasts bounce. Oh God, this is so hot. He should have something nice to cum on again and again later. As cum-covered as I am here in front of him…