SexyLorella (40) from Germany
- Gender: female
- Age: 40
- Zip code: xxxxx
- Country: Germany
- I speak:
Are you also looking for something 'real'? Then you've come to the right place! I'm looking for everything from ONS to sexual interest groups here...or even more?! I'm looking forward to you!
Profile of SexyLorella
My Personal Info
| Height | 169 cm |
| Weight | 69 kg |
| Ethnicity | White / Caucasian |
| Eye color | blue-gray |
| Hair color | dark brown |
| Hair length | shoulder |
| Figure | normal |
| Body hair | little |
| Pubic hair | none |
| Cup size | E (DD) |
| Glasses | no |
| Tattoos | one |
| Piercings | one |
| Marital status | single parent |
| Smoking | no |
My preferences
What I'm looking for, is
- a man
- a couple
What I would like to experience, is
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
- B**M
More about me
What I can tell about myself
I am a depraved and funny, almost insatiable woman
What's being said about me
That every man wishes for such a wild sow in bed
My erotic fantasy
Wild sex on a beach...
Diary of SexyLorella
Visit my diary daily to stay up to date with everything I do.
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Leo lifts Svenja up by her hips, her back arching against his chest. 'Come for me,' he commands roughly, while his thrusts become even more intense. Svenja's body starts to shake violently, a piercing scream escapes her throat. 'I'm coming!' she screams, as waves of pleasure flood through her. Leo thrusts deep into Svenja with all his might, his entire body tensing up. 'S**t... I'm coming!' he groans hoarsely, as he ejaculates into the condom. Svenja lets out a satisfied sigh. 'Yes... fill me completely,' she whispers exhaustedly. Leo collapses over her, his breath coming in hot gasps against her neck.
This sight makes Mara finally tip over the edge. 'I'm coming!' she screams, as her body convulses in violent tremors around Karim's f****rs. Karim holds her tight until the last aftershock subsides. 'Perfect,' he whispers and kisses her sweaty shoulder.
The four of them lie together, breathless, for a long time, their bodies glistening in the dim light. Karim draws Mara to his chest, as their heartbeats slowly calm down. A satisfied smile is on all their faces, as the last tension ebbs out of their exhausted bodies.
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‚My God, she's coming,' Mara whispers breathlessly, her own arousal growing palpably. Karim leans forward, his mouth finding Mara's neck. ‚Let's watch her explode,' he murmurs hoarsely, while his f****rs slide between her legs.
Svenja's body suddenly stiffens, a piercing scream escapes her lips. Leo holds her tightly wrapped in his arms, while she trembles through her climax. Mara presses herself against Karim, her hand guiding his to her wet p***y.
Svenja collapses exhaustedly onto Leo's chest, her breathing comes in irregular gasps. ‚That was incredible,' she stammers, while Leo strokes her hair tenderly. Leo waits a short moment and then gently turns Svenja onto her stomach, his hands encircling her hips. ‚Not over yet, you sweet one,' he whispers hoarsely into her ear, before slowly entering her. Svenja gasps in surprise, her f****rs clawing into the pillows. ‚Leo... yes...,' she pants, while he finds a deep rhythm. Leo bends over her back, his hands wandering to her breasts. Mara and Karim watch fascinated, as Svenja's body moves in time with Leo's thrusts. The room fills with passionate sounds once again. Leo increases the tempo, his hips now striking Svenja's buttocks more forcefully. ‚You're so delicious,' he moans, while his hands clasp her hips more firmly. Svenja presses her face into the pillows, her sounds becoming louder and more uncontrolled. ‚Please... don't stop...'
Mara watches the spectacle with glazed eyes, while Karim plays with her c**t. ‚Do you see how he takes her?' he whispers hoarsely. Mara breathes out blissfully, as two f****rs enter her. Her hips move in rhythm with his hand. ‚Exactly like that she gets f**ked,' Karim murmels and adds a third f****r. His hand moves faster, hitting exactly the right spot. Mara screams, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Karim's gaze is alternately on Mara's ecstatic face and the entwined bodies on the other sofa. Mara's screams mingle with Svenja's moans.
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Karim changes the angle, now hitting exactly her G-spot. Mara's eyes roll back, her whole body trembles. The slapping of their bodies mixes with her moaning. Mara feels the heat growing in her belly. Karim suddenly turns her around, presses her upper body down and takes her from behind. 'That's how I've always wanted you,' he pants, while his hands clasp her hips. Each thrust is now harder, deeper, drives her closer to the edge. Mara's f****rs dig into the sheet, her back arches towards him. Karim's thrusts become more uncontrolled, wilder, his body trembles before the impending explosion. 'I'm coming soon,' he bursts out, his hands press her hips tighter. Mara feels something building up inside her, an unstoppable tsunami of lust. Her body cramps around him, a shrill scream escapes her throat.
'Tell me where, Mara ... where can I come?' he whispers with a rough voice, while his hands cover her breasts. Mara reaches for his hands, presses them tighter against her breasts. 'Here ... please spray me on the breasts,' she moans, her nipples are stone-hard under his palms. Karim pulls out of her, Mara turns to him and his erect p***s slides over her wet breasts. 'Look at me while you do it,' he pants, while his hand encircles his shaft and strips off the condom. With a deep groan, he comes over her breasts. Mara moans loudly as the hot liquid covers her skin. Her f****rs run through the sticky mass, while Karim continues to tremble over her and lets the last drop drip onto her hard nipples. Their gazes wander to the other two.
Both watch as Svenja rides Leo wildly. 'Do you see how she lets herself go?' Karim whispers, his lips touching Mara's ear. Mara nods, fascinated by this sight. Svenja's body glistens with sweat as she lies down on Leo, her movements become more passionate. Karim's hand slides over Mara's hip as she continues to watch the couple. Svenja throws her head back, her hands claw into Leo's chest. Leo groans loudly, his hands grasp Svenja's hips and lead her rhythm.
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Karim kisses Mara's wet neck, his t****e follows the water droplets. 'God, you feel good,' he murmurs against her skin. Mara moans softly, her hands grasping for Karim's wet hair. 'More,' she whispers excitedly. Karim glides his f****rs over her body to her most sensitive spot. 'So wet,' he murmulates admiringly. Mara bites her lower lip, her hands clinging to Karim's shoulders. 'Not just from the water,' she pants. Karim's eyes darken, his lips find her ear. 'I want to take you on the big sofa, Mara. Explore every inch of your body with my t****e... lick you until you scream.' His hand slides between her legs. 'Then I'll bring you into every conceivable position and take you so deep that you forget how to pronounce my name.' Mara moans, her body trembling with lust. 'Yes... please... let your words become actions.' Karim hands her a fluffy towel, his eyes burning with desire. 'Every drop you dry, I'll replace with sweat later.' While Mara slowly dries herself, Karim observes every movement, as the towel glides over her breasts, strokes over her hips.
Leo dries Svenja slowly, his hands lingering on her curves. He pulls Svenja to him, kisses her deeply.
The tension is almost palpable as they make their way to their chalet.
In the chalet, the fireplace crackles and casts dancing shadows on the bodies that settle on the soft sofa.
'Who would have thought that our tradition would lead us here,' Mara whispers, as Karim's lips trail over her neck. Through half-closed lids, she sees Leo exploring Svenja with d***ted passion. Leo kneels between Svenja's spread legs on the sofa, his face buried deep in her groin. Svenja's hands claw into the sofa armrest. 'More, Leo... please!' Her hips move in rhythm with his t****e. Leo briefly lifts his head, his chin glistening wet. 'You're so damn sweet,' he pants, before diving back down, this time with two f****rs inside her. Svenja screams, her body arches. 'Right there! Don't stop, Leo!'
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In addition...
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“It’s really getting heated in here,” Svenja whispers with a smile that promises more than words. Mara opens her eyes and catches Svenja’s gaze, which sticks to Leo’s naked body. In this moment, they both know they share the same thoughts. The air vibrates softly between them, heavy with steam. Mara feels her heart skip a beat before it starts beating faster.
“I think Leo deserves a special massage after the ski tour,” Mara suggests finally, her eyes fixed on Svenja.
Leo leans back with a knowing smile. “That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”
Karim and Mara watch the scene with growing arousal, as Svenja’s f****rs wander over Leo’s back, his breathing slowing down. Her hands glide over Leo’s tense muscles, becoming bolder with each touch. “You’re completely tense,” she whispers, her f****rs working their way to his buttocks.
“This is getting crazier by the minute,” Mara giggles suddenly. “I’m imagining what it would be like…,” Mara completes the sentence with a trembling voice: “…to switch partners.” The silence that follows is almost palpable. Leo and Karim exchange a long, meaningful look. Svenja’s hand envelops Mara’s, as they wait for the men’s reaction. Years of suppressed fantasies throb in their blood. Mara bites her lower lip, unsure if she’s gone too far.
Karim leans forward, his eyes sparkling. “And what exactly do you imagine under this... exchange?”
Svenja’s f****rs draw invisible lines on Mara’s arm. “That we both... try everything. With you both.”
Karim and Leo exchange a glance, a slow, consensual nod. Leo stands up abruptly, his body gliding close to Svenja. “I’m in.”
The dim light of the sauna casts dancing shadows on the damp wooden walls as the four bodies move closer together.
When friendship catches fire - the game for four
The wooden floor of the sauna burns under bare feet, while the steam envelops four familiar bodies. Since their high school graduation eight years ago, they have met every year in this mountain lodge. A tradition that runs deeper than the distance between Berlin's nightlife and the small town where it all began. Leo and Mara now live in the Berlin bustle. Svenja and Karim have stayed in their old hometown – quieter, more down-to-earth, but no less curious about what connects them.
Svenja leans against the hot wooden boards with a sigh. 'Eight years... and it still feels like yesterday when we used to smoke secretly behind the gym.'
Mara grins. 'Back then, we were so shy. Now it looks like we know what we want.' Mara sinks deeper into the wooden bench, her eyes half-closed. Sweat runs down her neck, slides down between her breasts, and she feels how every movement of the others fills the room with new heat.
Next to her, Karim leans relaxed against the wall, while Leo, Mara's boyfriend, is just pouring the infusion over the stones. A hiss, a hot surge of air, and suddenly everything is just breath, skin, heat.
A dance game of closeness and distance
Her hand rested on his side, sliding over his skin. She felt his warmth and the hardness of his muscles. He returned her invitation, placing his hand on her hip, letting it rest there as if he were holding her in rhythm. The music swelled, the tension between them intensified. Again and again, their lips came dangerously close – a whisper, almost a kiss, but both pulled back at the last moment. The game drove them, making the crackling almost unbearable.
And then – the beat broke, the lights flashed. Their lips found each other, crashing together like two lovers who had waited too long for each other. The kiss was hot, demanding, their t****es intertwined, while their bodies continued to swing in rhythm. There was no separation anymore between dance and passion, between music and desire.
Amelie detached herself for a moment, her lips still wet from him, and whispered into his ear: 'Come with me. Let's find a quieter corner.'
DESIRE BETWEEN BEATS
The basses vibrated through the floor, made the air pulsate and crept over Amelie's limbs like a second skin. Dark shadows, streaked with strobe-like light, danced over bare skin and shiny leather. The club was a universe of its own – red-tinted lamps, velvet curtains, glittering bodies, everywhere the promise of lust fluttered. Amelie knew this place. She was often here, and every time she felt like home again. Here she could breathe, be herself and follow her desire without shame.
Part II: what grows between us
They spoke little. Ate even less.
The night was cool, the ground beneath their mats soft as fresh leaves. But between them lay a coldness that no fire could dissolve.
"I've missed you," Thane said into the darkness.
Mireya didn't respond. She couldn't.
"Do you know what's missing?" he continued. His voice sounded soft, but firm. "Not the sex. Not even the conversations. What's missing is the rooting. Your magic no longer brushes against me. I don't feel you."
"You want me to root you again?" Her voice was rough, a hint of mockery in it.
"I want you to feel me. And yourself in the process."
He sat up, propping himself up on his forearms. "The rose dome has awakened. I felt it. It's time."
Mireya blinked. The rose dome. A living plant. A temple. A being made of vines, flowers, thorns – and lust. Only couples whose bond was on the brink could enter it. And only if both agreed to give everything.



