Lilly (24) from Germany
- Gender: female
- Age: 24
- Zip code: 20xxx
- Country: Germany
- I speak:
Do blondes have more fun? Yes, that's true! I'm a good example of how you can ALWAYS have a good time!
Do you want to join me on my fun trip? Then get in touch.. I can't wait! :-P
Profile of Lilly
My Personal Info
| Height | 171 cm |
| Weight | 49 kg |
| Ethnicity | White / Caucasian |
| Eye color | light blue |
| Hair color | light blonde |
| Hair length | very long |
| Figure | slim |
| Body hair | none |
| Pubic hair | none |
| Cup size | B |
| Glasses | yes reading glasses |
| Tattoos | one |
| Piercings | Not available |
| Marital status | single |
| Smoking | yes sometimes |
My preferences
What I'm looking for, is
- a woman
- a man
- a couple
- a transvestite
- a transexual
- a bisexual
What I would like to experience, is
- an escapade
- a relationship
- a flirt
- email sex
- an affair
- a ONS
- an exciting friendship
- fetish erotic
- group sex
What turns me on, is
- Vanilla sex
- A**l sex
- O**l sex
- Peeing
- Being submissive
- Being dominant
- Sex Toys
- Swinger
- Outdoor sex
- Public sex
- Dessous
- RPG
- Voyeurism
More about me
What I can tell about myself
Crazy, adventurous, and ready for anything.
What's being said about me
That I am different from the others? :-P
My erotic fantasy
Oh ha.. a LOT!!
Diary of Lilly
Visit my diary daily to stay up to date with everything I do.
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
On the train
This uncontrolled twitching also broke my train conductor. With a loud groan, he shoved his huge dick into me again all the way, and shot his ejaculate deep into my wet and overflowing cunt in seven violent bursts. Exhausted, he gently fell onto my back and breathed heavily into my ear. "Oh man, little one," he gasped. You can take the train more often.
"Then my music went out and I woke up...and after a short time I realized that I had fallen asleep for the whole journey...because the announcement sounded: "In a few minutes we will reach Hanover." Even if it was just a dream, I noticed as I got off how wet my thong was from this dream and got out of the train satisfied and thought to myself: "it doesn't have to stay a dream..."
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
On the train
My conductor let his t****e curl around and again and again into my hole, and I felt myself relaxing more and more, while my p***y began to twitch wildly and swell further. Then the t****e was gone. But as I was already about to sigh disappointed, I felt something else pressing against my hole. My conductor had now moistened a f****r and inserted it deep into me. This time I couldn't restrain myself in time and groaned loudly.
Immediately another hand slapped my ass. "I told you to be quiet!" I bit my lips immediately to dampen my noises. While one f****r was now supplemented by another and finally by a third. Three f****rs were now in my virgin hole and I enjoyed every second of it and even started pushing my pelvis against the f****rs that were f**king me in rhythm. "Ah!", the conductor laughed behind me.
"So we are now ready for the real piece. "He pulled his f****rs out and I suddenly felt an emptiness that urgently needed to be filled. But luckily I didn't have to wait long. First my conductor distributed some spit on my hungry hole and immediately afterwards I felt the hot tip of his glans against my p***y, which wanted to get in with pressure. I bit my lips so hard that I was already afraid of biting them bloody, but the pain was simply too strong and a scream escaped me.
Immediately there was another slap on my bottom. "So little, that's enough for me!" my conductor grumbled annoyed, held his hand over my mouth and then j**ked the entire length of his m*****r tail into me with a jolt. I thought I would tear and screamed loudly, but because of the hand over my mouth, the screams were only quiet and barely audible. "Oh man, you little p***y is tight!", my f**ker groaned behind me and began to pull his tail out of my hole again.
When only the glans was still in me, he pushed again and plunged his entire length into me. He continued this game further and further and soon my screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure. He probably noticed how I relaxed and began to increase his pace and push harder into me. I felt this huge c**k inside me and I was as if intoxicated by this feeling. Suddenly my p***y twitched uncontrollably and then my first incredible o****m came, which I would have liked to scream out, but because of the hand pressing strongly against my mouth, it was only heard muffledly.
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
On the train
I tried to take more of this magnificent piece into my mouth, but although I did my best, the long shaft seemed to have no end. Complicating matters, of course, was the fact that under my treatment, my conductor's magnificent tail swelled and now extended to its full size. "Mmmmmhhh, you're not doing bad, little one." This praise spurred me on even more, and I increased my pace, moving my head back and forth repeatedly.
I forced myself to let more and more of this stallion's tail into my throat and tried to breathe quietly through my nose to suppress my gag reflex. After a few minutes, the conductor suddenly grabbed both sides of my head and pulled his tail out of my mouth. "Okay, that's enough for now," said the conductor. "Now let's see if your little p***y can keep up with your mouth.
"Get up, turn around and pull your pants down." The tone of command in his voice didn't even let me think about it. I did as I was ordered, stood up, turned around and let my jeans fall to the floor. Now I was standing only in a shirt and white thong with my back to him. My p***y was marked by the clear wet spot of my thong. "Even the thong, little one," I heard from behind. "Or should I create access myself?" Quickly, I pushed my thong down too.
"Very good. And now bow forward." Said and done. In this position, I now had the window directly in front of my eyes, beyond which the landscape flew by on the other side. A loud slap followed by a burning pain in my right buttock brought me back to the train's toilet cabin. A sharp scream escaped me, followed immediately by another blow. You should be quieter, little one, or do you want them to catch us in here?", the conductor addressed me and let his hand clap on my buttocks again.
This time I clenched my teeth so that only a muffled moan escaped me. "Already better." So and now let's take a look at your p***y. With these words, I felt my labia being pulled apart and I felt a cool breath on my lips. Suddenly, this breath was replaced by something warm, wet and soft. Oh my God, how h***y, I thought and another muffled moan escaped my mouth through the closed mouth.
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
On the train
As I looked at the white spots on my shirt, he began to grin mischievously and let his gaze linger on my jeans for a few long heartbeats. Without saying another word, he pushed himself through the open door, forcing me to dodge backwards. He closed the door and slid the bolt. I couldn't quite realize what was happening here, I couldn't move and had a lump in my throat.
All I could do was stare at the dream conductor, who was now slowly turning to me and giving me his dazzling smile again. But now there was something in his eyes that hadn't been there during the ticket check. Something dark, lustful. He looked me up and down again, and I felt a shiver run over my skin wherever his gaze wandered. "You've really gotten yourself into a mess, little one," he said, and the sound of his voice sent a shiver down my back. "But I did think you were a little sow, the way you looked at me earlier." he continued. "It always pleases me when I'm right with my assumptions." I didn't know what to answer, and even if I wanted to, the lump in my throat seemed to have swollen to double size and my mouth was so dry that I couldn't even swallow properly.
"So little one, what's wrong? You look like you know what I want from you here, or?" he asked, and with a glance at my jeans he added: "And it seems like you haven't had enough yourself." I flinched and only now realized that he knew exactly that, everything else wasn't toothpaste. "So come on," said my conductor, and his tone became more demanding.
"Or do I have to play different strings here?" I finally awoke from my stupor and immediately knelt in front of him and started to open his belt and pants. "Well, that's going well," he grumbled contentedly, as I now pulled down the waistband of the tight blue boxers he was wearing. What I now saw made me gasp for breath for a moment. While my piece of Southern Adonis from before had already been considerable, this one was now even bigger right in front of my eyes.
And he's not even hard, I thought. "Don't worry little one," I heard from above. "He only bites if you annoy him. So don't stare so stupidly and take him in your mouth already." I didn't need to be told twice. I slowly approached this giant rod and opened my mouth to immediately enclose the fat acorn. Immediately I felt the strong pulsing that made my whole mouth vibrate.
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
On the train
I was so shocked that I felt like I was going to vomit, but that seemed to turn this guy on even more. He f**ked me hard and fast down my throat. He groaned softly to himself while directing the rhythm with his strong arms. I clung to him with my hands and as soon as I got used to the hard pace, I even enjoyed the treatment. I was a toy in the hands of this macho and he clearly had no intention of being considerate of me.
His rock-hard rod pushed further and further into my mouth and soon his balls were hitting my chin. Then I suddenly felt how the already swollen rod in my mouth swelled even more intensely and with a loud groan on his part, the Adonis shot his seed down my throat. Reflexively, I began to swallow it, but the guy had so much cream for me that some of it leaked out of the corner of my mouth and dripped onto my shirt and jeans.
Finally, the Adonis pulled his now slack c**k out of my mouth, got dressed silently and left the toilet. I just sat on the floor and couldn't quite believe what had just happened. I had just been f**ked in the mouth by a really hot guy and had swallowed his seed and had enjoyed every second of it. My p***y was still tingling with lust in my jeans and finally demanded attention.
I was just about to get up to bring myself to o****m when there was suddenly a knock on the toilet door. “Hello? Are you okay?” It was the voice of the handsome conductor who had already caught my eye. “Yes, everything’s great!” I called out hastily. And frantically searched for a tissue or toilet paper to wipe the semen residue off my shirt, jeans and face. “Please open the door, or I’ll have to open it from the outside to see that you’re really okay.
“Right away!” I called out and desperately tried to wipe away the evidence of my encounter with my fellow passenger. Unfortunately with limited success. It knocked on the door again. “Please open the door now.” I had no choice but to now open the door to my dream conductor in my semen-smeared clothes. I just hope he’d take it for toothpaste stains. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. And there he stood, the conductor whose sight had previously given me weak knees and scrutinized me from head to toe.
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
On the train
Suddenly I felt something gently stroking up and down my trouser leg. I cast a furtive glance under the table and saw that it was the leg of my Adonis. I looked up again and looked directly into his dark eyes, in whose almost black depth something seemed to be flickering, which inevitably led to my p***y "waking up" and becoming very aroused. The guy now pulled his foot back, stood up and went out through the carriage.
I sat completely perplexed in my seat and didn't know what to make of the whole thing. Then I saw the folded note lying on the table. I looked at it and immediately felt hot again. The note said: "I noticed your glances, little one." "If you dare, we can make this journey a little nicer." "Run through the train and follow me. From a toilet door I'll let a note with an X peek out.
Knock three times quickly and twice slowly, then I'll let you in." "My mouth became dry and my pulse began to race. I just couldn't believe what I was reading. I wondered what I should do, but eventually the thought of this Adonis wouldn't let me go and my tingling p***y also urged me, and so I got up and set off through the train. And indeed, three carriages further on, I saw a note with an X peeking out from one of the toilets.
I raised my hand and knocked. I remembered the knocking signal I had been given: "Three times quickly and twice slowly." Immediately the bolt was released and I could enter. And there he stood, in all his glory. The Southern Adonis had taken off all his clothes and his defined body was not covered by anything. His c**k stood hard out and made my mouth water. He pulled me to him and pressed me against his chest.
I understood immediately and began to lick his nipples with my t****e and nibble on them gently. I let my hands slide over his hard body, eliciting a throaty moan from him. But of course, I couldn't stay standing for long. With a decisive pressure on my shoulders, the man forced me to my knees, so that I was now at eye level with his magnificent c**k and his testicles. I was just about to start letting my t****e gently glide over this h***y thing when the guy already grabbed my head on both sides and shoved his c**k hard into my mouth.
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
On the train
I hadn't had much experience with guys before. Apart from mutual o**l and hand-on stimulation, nothing had happened. I noticed that I wanted to try more, but I was really scared of meeting a guy online, let alone going to a bar or something like that. And the guys I had made experiences with so far weren't really “the cream of the crop” where I could imagine having sex… But I tried not to think about it anymore and just ignored my desire until it subsided again.
I just turned back to the landscape outside the window and let my thoughts drift. But at the next train station, the peace was over again. "Is there still room here?" I looked up and into the face of a man who could easily adorn posters for an Armani advertisement without any problems. Angular contours, black, full hair, three-day beard, slightly darker complexion and piercing dark brown, almost black eyes. And the rest of this guy also matched it.
He was wearing a dark blue suit and the open jacket allowed a view of the shirt stretched across his chest. A real Southern Adonis. "Sure," I replied, hoping he wouldn't hear the slight trembling in my voice. The guy put his briefcase in the storage compartment, took off his jacket and then sat down diagonally opposite me. I tried hard to look out the window and not constantly stare at him while he was doing something on his tablet PC.
But again and again I caught myself looking at him. One or two times he looked up at me and while I turned back to the window, caught red-handed, I thought I saw a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. But I told myself that I was probably just imagining it. After all, I was only 18, my hormones were still playing around a bit and I saw all sorts of things that appealed to me sexually.
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
On the train
But suddenly the conductor raised his head and looked directly at me and smiled. I turned bright red and fumbled for my ticket, embarrassed. In my head, I couldn't berate myself enough for having been caught staring. But luckily, it didn't seem to bother the conductor that I had lost my ability to think at his sight. He just smiled at me with his Hollywood-worthy smile, took my ticket, and stamped it.
When he gave it back to me, he wished me a pleasant journey and said goodbye with the words that I should feel free to contact him with any questions or other wishes, as he would be happy to help me with anything. I should simply come to him in the front of the train, he gave me another smile as a farewell, winked at me, and then went on to do his duty.
Once he was gone, I immediately dozed off again and continued listening to the music, only thinking briefly: "Holy s**t, did he just flirt with me?".. I admit that this wasn't the first time it had happened that older men showed interest in me. At my 18 years, with my brown, medium-length hair, green/blue eyes, and slender, almost delicate figure, I was already worth a second look. But still, it always surprised me when someone showed obvious interest in me.
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
On the train
I stared out the train window, watching the landscape pass by. The mountains and fields in the grey light of a February morning swept past outside, while I mentally and mo**lly prepared for my six-and-a-half-hour journey home. I had spent this weekend with my aunt in Munich to redeem a long-overdue Christmas present. She had given me the whole trip, including a concert visit. And I was still floating around, slightly intoxicated by this experience.
But that meant doing the entire journey from Hanover to Munich twice. I had mostly spent the journey there sleeping and listening to music, and now I thought it would be the same on the return trip…I had managed to get a seat in an otherwise empty group of four with a table, and earbuds were in my ears, playing a colorful mix of everything that could be found in the charts. I was dozing off when I heard the voice of the conductor asking for tickets.
He stopped at every seat to see the tickets, and when I saw him, my jaw almost dropped. He was tall, with short brown hair, blue-green eyes, and a stunning smile. His uniform couldn't hide the fact that he obviously enjoyed playing sports. His shirt clung to his muscular body, clearly showing his muscles. Immediately, my jeans tingled, and I gradually became restless, sliding back and forth on my seat with excitement…luckily, the table could hide it from the other passengers.
more than 3 month ago
Lilly writes a new entry in the diary
G******g with strangers
The unknown man began to play with my c**toris. I ascended to infinite heights of lust and after a short time I felt an immense o****m approaching. Jörg always sees it in my eyes and it also moved him, slowly to come to the end. As Jörg sprayed his hot semen directly into my throat, I also experienced a crazy o****m.
The unknown man with the thick c**k pulled out his thing and sprayed his j***e on my still twitching p***y. While I was still licking Jörg's c**k clean, I heard him leaving. I hadn't even seen him. A faceless c**k, so to speak.
That was exactly what I needed. Jörg freed my mouth and sat down next to me again. Unfortunately, there were no more stabbers in sight. So we drove home.
Believe me, I had several more o****ms that night. And the next trip to this parking lot was sure to be soon.
