Shy, persistent [F]rench girl takes control and delivers epic [FFM] for first-ti[M]er (LONG)

Written on a train from Hanoi to Ninh Binh, Vietnam.

First-time post from a throwaway account. Your thoughts very much appreciated – especially praise for the magnificent Stella :) Names changed to protect the not-so-innocent ;)

Stella [mid-twenties F] and I [early-thirties M] met and hooked up in Thailand on New Years’ Eve, and quickly decided we wanted more of each other. Stella was a French expat living in Saigon, and since I was backpacking with no place to be, I decided to join her there. Though Stella is outwardly a shy woman, our sexual connection was unreal. Since we didn’t think a relationship was in the cards (I had a flight back to New York in less than a month and she was leaving Vietnam on her own travels soon), I was completely open about my kinks and desires – and she was open to fulfilling them.

Though Stella had a fair amount of experience, she hesitated to openly express her desires and propose ideas. But one of our mutual desires was to have a threesome with a woman. I’d never done it before while Stella had had a couple FFMs with mixed results. She thought traveling to Hanoi for a weekend would be a good time and place to try it, since we wouldn’t run into anyone she knew while on the prowl.

I had flown to Hanoi on Thursday to get some tourist stuff in and Stella joined me the next evening. On Saturday we slept in pretty late, enjoying two or three sessions of morning sex. Sex with Stella is amazing because she gets a lot of pleasure from pleasing me, which is ideal because I get to make her feel good and enjoy myself at the same time.

Stella was interested in being my sub, but in a special way. A lot of doms physically dominate their women. In contrast, we wanted to achieve a relationship in which she developed an unquestioning loyalty and obedience to me, and to achieve pleasure by actively addressing my desires, including my desires for other women.

I’d been with women before who talked big game about being sexually adventurous and fulfilling all my desires, but ultimately tried to lock me down into exclusive relationships. I was skeptical that Stella might turn out to be the same, but I was in for a pleasant surprise.

After taking our time on Saturday morning, we went out to get food, see a few sights, get coffee, and then came back to the hotel where we had more amazing sex.

After showering, Stella and I went to a cocktail bar for happy hour where we had some decent drinks. I was happy to be there in the moment with Stella. I expressed to her how much I enjoyed what we had developed.

That previous Thursday, Stella went on a date with an English girl named Kelly. I had asked her to pick up Kelly at a restaurant in Saigon the week before, completely unknown and almost sight unseen. I had seen Kelly as she walked past me to pay her bill, but Stella hadn’t. I thought she was pretty, so I told Stella to ask for her number if she found Kelly attractive as well. Even though I had given Stella an excuse to say no, Stella stopped Kelly on her way out. Stella’s hand trembled as she handed Kelly her phone to type her number in.
They ended up meeting and having sex a week later, the day before Stella joined me in Hanoi.

Even though sex with Kelly wasn’t particularly great for Stella, it was a milestone for us because she broke through a mental barrier. Pursuing and eventually fucking Kelly wasn’t driven by her own physical desires; rather, Stella demonstrated to herself that her desire to please me was so strong that she would act on my wishes, needs and desires completely, and derive intense pleasure from that. My desires were becoming her desires. So when Stella arrived in Hanoi she was very much in the mindset of giving my my first threesome.

After finishing pre-drink cocktails, Stella and I went to a restaurant recommended by an acquaintance I had met in Thailand. It turned out to be a dud – the food was poor, the atmosphere was dead, and it was expensive for what it was. But Stella is always a good sport. She’s always able to snap us out of it. We were together, and all in all, we had a lot of reasons to be content. We paid the bill and took a Grab to the Hotel Metropole, where Trump and Kim met and Obama stayed when he visited Hanoi. Apparently Graham Greene wrote “The Quiet American” at the Metropole as well, and he had a signature daiquiri that I wanted to try.

It wasn’t on the menu but I ordered it anyway. I don’t think the bartender knew what it was though, because what we got was basically a dry martini with rum – not a daiquiri. Then, I proceeded to drop the entire drink and accompanying sorbet all over myself and the blanket. Each drink had been served on an individual tray with three weird feet underneath it, which were impossible to see, especially in the dark. As I dragged the tray towards myself, one of the feet slipped off the side of the table, causing my drink and the sorbet to topple and empty into my lap.

After I got back from the bathroom where I had put some effort into cleaning up, Stella saw that I was putting on a bit of a brave face, and needed some cheering up. She put on that big smile of hers and we started joking and telling me stories. I enjoyed being with her and talking to her.

At that point I was reconsidering going to the club because of my mood, but we pushed on. Stella’s friend Margaret had recommended Savage as the club to go to in Hanoi on a weekend night.

Though it was already around midnight, it wasn’t very lively. We got a couple mojitos and explored a bit, going up to the second floor where we had a great view into a field behind the bar. But the area was closed off and a member of the staff came to bring us back down. We then tried to sit in a pit area next to the dance floor but it turned out to be reserved for a Japanese group. So Stella and I sat on benches towards the side of the club and just started talking to each other.

By this time, Stella was in a good mood. She was saying really beautiful things to me. I wanted Stella to talk to a girl who was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck – I think she might have been British – but before she could, the group got up and left the club. By this time, the club was starting to feel a bit empty. I was thinking that it wasn’t our night, and despite our best efforts, we had simply had bad luck with the restaurant, cocktail and club. But Stella wasn’t ready to give up.

So we got more drinks and we went back to the bar. Stella saw a hippie girl in leopard print pants dancing quite expressively on the dance floor and started dancing with her and her friend. I stayed at the bar and just watched her dance with them.

I noticed for the first time that despite being outwardly shy in her everyday life, Stella is capable of approaching people and instantly making them feel comfortable. Within moments of saying hello to a girl, she was touching her and hugging her. I think that would be impossible for me to do, or for the vast majority of people to do. I think it would be extremely hard for a straight man to do to a woman in a way that preserves his masculinity and attractiveness. It’s far easier for a woman, but the speed with which Stella disarmed these girls was exceptional. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.

At that point, I joined Stella on the dance floor, but the prettier, tall girl accompanying the hippie left. Stella noticed that I wasn’t interested in the hippie, but we kept dancing. Then another group of girls came in and we both noticed them. Within a few minutes, they left again. I thought we had found another opportunity only to lose it.

Then they came back. Stella seized the moment, and it turned out that they were French. The cutest one was named Cara and was from Reims, where Stella had studied for a year, and also spoke German quite well due to an exchange semester in Göttingen. It was a seemingly promising intersection of interests and connection between the three of us, and I thought we might have a good chance with her.

We found out that there was actually a secret door in the back of the club with techno music, and we went in there with the Cara and danced. It was a lot of fun because I felt safe letting the situation develop entirely in Stella’s hands. She was operating, she was conducting, she was taking command of the situation and shaping it. I thought Cara was a great opportunity, but I also sensed she had a somewhat strong personality, and wasn’t as flattered by our attention as would’ve been ideal for our intentions.

Then Cara left with her friends. We weren’t sure where she was headed, so I sent Stella to get her phone number. Stella moved quickly and caught up with Cara to get it. When she came back, it turned out that Cara was just stepping out with a friend who wanted to leave, and would be back.

But when she got back, Cara ignored us. Perhaps we had been too eager and had scared her off. Stella and I danced in the techno area to avoid compounding our mistake, and when we moved to the dance floor Cara was at, she kept her distance from us. She was talking to a new guy in a dark maroon shirt. I figured she fancied him and I backed off.

At that moment, I thought the prospects for the night were probably over. Despite that, I was already fully satisfied. I knew I had discovered a genuine gem in Stella. I had observed her resolve, commitment, dedication, persistence and drive first-hand and found it faultless. Despite thinking we would go home alone, I was happy – delighted to be with such a woman who was truly willing to lay everything at the feet of my desires. I could be very excited for what was to come, regardless of whether we were to find success that night.

Stella came up with a plan for me to talk to Cara’s friend in order to make Cara envious. It wasn’t working particularly well – her friend politely answered my questions but didn’t express any interest in me. That’s when we saw a new group enter.

Among them was a short girl with glasses. She wore a lacy white top and glasses, had smooth, lightly tan skin, and wide hips that seemed full but shapely and firm in her black jeans. I drew Stella’s attention to the new girl, and within moments, Stella had her arms around her. I felt a deep admiration. It felt like having a faithful, loyal, trusted and efficient lieutenant who dispatches her duties with the highest competence. As a man, for the first time in my life, I felt like I was getting everything. I felt success. I didn’t need anything to actually succeed that evening in order to feel that way completely.

I kept dancing close to Cara and her friend as a hedge, in case it didn’t work out with the girl Stella was dancing with, and also provide Stella with the space and freedom to develop the new girl’s interest. But that proved to be unnecessary, because after 20 minutes of dancing and talking, Stella and the new girl started making out.

They started getting a good deal of attention from the men on the dance floor. There weren’t many women left in the club, and two of the most beautiful ones were kissing each other. I knew that I simply had to wait, that Stella had developed the situation well, and if there was a chance of success, she could be trusted to manage it to our favor.

But not all was destined to go smoothly; a tall, handsome-looking fellow approached Stella and her girl, confidently put his arms around both of them, took Stella by the hand, and started twirling her around. Stella seemed pleased and to be enjoying herself.

My younger self would’ve likely been alarmed by the situation. Perhaps I would’ve panicked and intervened and compromised the situation by getting frustrated with Stella and directly approaching her girl in order to take matters into my own hands. But I’d changed. I knew better, and I knew myself better. I had also come to know Stella and come to trust her a great deal.

I also realized that my true desire was to have a woman who not only made my desires her own, but who was loyal, focused and competent enough to bring our desires to fruition. If I intervened, I would be getting in the way of my own satisfaction.

Sure enough, Stella politely broke away from the handsome fellow, found me at the bar, and gave me an update. She had told the girl about me and the girl found me handsome. I gave her another mojito to make sure the girl stayed in the mood.

I took a seat at the bar, and when I looked back, Stella was sitting in the pit alongside the girl and the two gay boys who were kissing. Stella’s girl seemed comfortable to be near her friend, and his carefree fun probably relaxed her as well. Stella and the girl soon started making out.

I had just ordered a beer when Stella came to the bar. The girl joined shortly after and they both kissed. Stella seemed to genuinely like her. Stella presented her to me – Diane – and told me to kiss her. I gave her a slow, sensual kiss. She had soft, full lips and was a good kisser. When I opened my eyes and pulled away, the girl was smiling. Stella asked her if she wanted to come back with us, and the girl said yes. The mojito was still full and I had just ordered a beer, but I knew we had to maintain our momentum. The tension, anticipation and excitement was at its peak – it would’ve been foolish to squander it by waiting around and making small talk. I ordered a Grab to bring us back to the hotel and the three of us walked through the dance floor, past Cara and her friend, and up the stairs.

I wish I had turned back to see the envious faces of the mostly men left in the bar, and the look of incredulity on Cara’s face. But my aloof detachment and cool head had served me well all night and I didn’t want to betray myself as a giddy first-timer.

I got into the back seat of the cab and Diane sat between myself and Stella. I was worried the long ride might be awkward but Stella’s warmth kept the mood light and humorous. She kept saying “You like French girls, don’t you?” and joking that French girls were the best. It was perfect. I was nervous, and when I’m nervous, I tend to become serious and reserved. But Stella neutralized that by joking and laughing.

I slowly started to believe the threesome was indeed going to happen. I had brought some Viagra along just in case our plans did come to fruition, and, when the girls weren’t looking I took a hefty dose and washed it down with the beer I had transferred to a plastic cup. I’d heard many second and third-hand stories of threesome dreams ending in nightmare because “old faithful” couldn’t handle the pressure.

When we arrived at our hotel, the night watchman was asleep and there was a lock on the door. He woke and let us in. I don’t remember much about the elevator ride up to our hotel. I think I was quite drunk and in somewhat disbelief.

I opened the door and told the girls to get comfortable, and that I would shower first. Stella obeyed, took Diane into the room and I got into the shower. I took a long time because I wanted to make sure the Viagra had a chance to work and the girls established a comfort I could slip into. I washed myself thoroughly, dried myself, and in the final moments before stepping out, I drunkenly texted a couple friends to giddily let them know I was about to have a threesome.

Then I opened the door, completely naked and stepped out into the room.

The room was lit whitish-blue by a small, soft lamp by the bed. I looked at both beautiful women and what I saw delighted me.

Stella and Diane were already fully undressed, in full embrace, sideways across the bed kissing passionately. Stella told me to come to them and I did. They both seemed happy to see me.

I had been right about Diane’s body. It was full and voluptuous but also supple and firm. Her skin was brown and smooth, and her tan skin looked soft and welcoming in the light.

Stella was smiling deeply at me. I had worried about the situation making her jealous. I had worried that I would be taking something from her or from us through this experience. But when I searched her face, all I saw was pleasure, satisfaction and confidence. She seemed so comfortable kissing and caressing Diane. I came over and kissed her first. I wanted her to know how much I respected her and appreciated her. I think whenever a man enters a room in company, he should always kiss his woman first. This room, although unlike any I had ever been in, was no exception.

As soon as I lay down in the bed, Stella instructed me to kiss Diane. I kissed her very passionately, touching her body all over, touching her face. Stella just watched us at first, but then began kissing Diane’s body. I touched Stella as well, caressing her head and stroking her skin.

We took a moment to orient ourselves upright on the bed and the first period was extremely sensual; we simply kissed, touched and caressed each other in many configurations. Stella wanted my focus on Diane primarily but I also wanted to thank Stella thoroughly. Stella and Diane kissed and I would pleasure one of them with my fingers while kissing and sucking the other one’s breasts.

Diane had a beautiful shaved pussy. It wasn’t particularly wet, but it was tight and compact. Her outer lips were smooth, hairless mounds while her inner lips formed a thin, delicate frame for her vagina. She opened her legs eagerly for my fingers and her body responded instinctively to my touch. Her back arched when my hand gripped her waist.

I’d also heard threesomes-gone-bad stories of uneven desire and interest between partners. I was apprehensive that one of us might feel left out as attention shifted. But at no moment did that threaten to happen. The dynamic was fluid and effortless. When the primary attention switched from one person to the next, the third person happily licked or fingered the other.

We regularly asked each other what we wanted and Stella managed the dynamic expertly; she asked me to kiss or “take care” of Diane a few times, and also paused multiple times to whisper “t’es belle” to Diane. Diane was seemingly very content. She repeatedly complimented Stella’s eyes and they touched, kissed and licked each other with genuine desire, and with a genuine desire to please one another.

That first phase lasted almost an hour, breathing slowly, sensually and deeply, kissing and touching and stroking, making soft eyes at one another with the occasional smile – just drinking in the delicious satisfaction of one another.

I wondered how eager Diane would be to take my cock in her mouth. Some women, if not completely consumed by passion and desire to please, find sucking cock too intimate an act to perform on the first evening with a partner. But Diane didn’t hesitate. She was completely in the moment and enjoying herself fully. She sucked my cock with great relish, wrapping her lips tightly around my shaft.

Stella kissed Diane’s pussy while I straightened up on my knees, and Diane pulled my cock in and out of her face. I stroked Stella’s hair and head to feel connected to her. My pleasure was far beyond the sensation of having my cock in Diane’s mouth – it was the feeling of connection with Stella, seeing her serving my pleasure by satisfying Diane. It felt like the passion and desire from Stella’s lips and tongue on Diane’s pussy flowed through Diane, then onward through her lips and tongue into my cock, through my body and into my brain.

Stella didn’t forget my desire for a double blowjob. She told me to lay back and instructed Diane to join her between my legs. Stella guided my dick into Diane’s mouth and then began nibbling at my balls. Diane happily savored my head and shaft and Stella tucked her head underneath, slobbering on my taint, the two girls spoiling me with all of their attention. I laid back and watched them do their work, gently caressing the crowns of their heads as they pleased me. Diane’s eyes were closed as she dutifully sucked, but Stella looked up at me, pausing at times to give me a knowing smile, the type of confident smile that accompanies a job well-done, and expectations exceeded.

The girls had a real connection. Stella was the undisputed ringleader. She was only four years older than Diane but had a veteran’s poise. She repeatedly paused to connect with Diane, tell her she was beautiful, kiss her, caress her, and ask her what she wanted. Stella demanded multiple times that I kiss Diane and that I pleasure her. I was very proud to witness this side of Stella, to see my woman display such unabashed strength and so effectively assume command.

I turned Diane around onto her hands and knees, put on a condom and began to fuck her from behind. Stella pulled herself under Diane so her face was right underneath her pussy. Diane licked Stella and Stella tried to catch my swinging balls with her tongue as my dick slid in and out of Diane’s pussy. I grabbed Diane by the hips and pulled her ass deeper and deeper onto my cock. I was bottoming out in her from behind but she enjoyed it. I spanked her ass and caressed her body.

After a decent while of fucking her like this, I asked Stella what she wanted. Stella needed to pee! So as Stella went off to the bathroom, I pulled Diane on top of me and let her settle deeply onto my cock. She writhed and grinded her pelvis against mine, and then I took both of her ass cheeks in my hands and brought her body up and down repeatedly on my pelvis. I asked Diane if she loved it, and she replied that she did. I spanked her ass and she moaned deeply. When Stella got back, Diane got up to pee too.

When all of us were back in the bed, we had a few cute moments. Diane and I burped and Stella made a cute “rototo” remark. She asked me if I had told Diane she’s beautiful, and I replied that I had already told her many times!

Stella then mounted me while I was on my back. I turned to Diane, pointed towards Stella and said “she’s my queen.” I think this made both of them very happy.

I pulled Stella up onto my cock, spreading her legs and sliding into her as she settled herself upright. I pulled Diane’s ass up onto my face and her pussy onto my lips. The girls began kissing on top of me, their hands exploring and greedily gripping each other’s bodies. I pulled Diane’s ass cheeks apart and devoured her hairless pussy, bringing the full length of my tongue across her slit, starting from her clit and into her hole. I pointed my tongue and drove it into her, and then flattened it, covering her entire mound with wet, greedy licking and sucking. I worked her clit with my tongue from behind. I didn’t hear much moaning but I figured Diane’s senses were overloaded, and her mouth was too occupied to express her pleasure. I grabbed both girls breasts – first Diane’s small, but firm breasts, then Stella’s abundant, shapely bosom. Then I grabbed both at once, with my left hand grabbing Diane’s left breast and my right hand grabbing Stella’s left breast. Stella writhed back and forth on my cock, kissing Diane, holding her by the face. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect place to be – underneath two beautiful women and their pussies, both of them in the midst of unmistakable pleasure.

Stella then asked me to fuck Diane next to her. Stella had wanted this for a while, to be close to me while I fuck another woman. I placed Diane on her back, spread her legs and pushed into her pussy. Diane spread her legs open and wide. Stella laid to her right, her head propped up on her elbow, watching us happily and stroking Diane with her free hand. Stella repeated to Diane, “t’es belle…” I looked deep into Stella’s eyes, connecting with her and silently thanking her for bringing us this pleasure.

For a small girl, Diane took dick like a champ. After more than an hour and a half, my cock was still hard and I pushed it balls deep into Diane, bringing her legs parallel to my body, her feet onto my shoulders and lifting her ass up off the bed. I brought my knees off the bed and levered my hips into Diane’s ass, gently rubbing the tight bud of her cervix with the tip of my cock. She clutched at my thighs with her small hands, breathing heavy and moaning with each pump. Stella kissed her from time to time, pausing to ask “ça va?” and stroking her face.

Slowly, the condom began to dry and Diane began to hurt.

So Diane moved to the side and I leaned onto Stella, and started giving my girl the deep, passionate sex she deserved. I asked Diane to watch us fucking. I meant for her to crawl down to the foot of the bed and watch my dick disappear into Stella. After a few passionate kisses, I craned my neck to see where Diane had gone, but she sat to the side of us, leaning against the headboard with soft, dreamy eyes and a satisfied grin.

Stella didn’t really moan as I fucked her – she just breathed heavily. She looked up at me and demanded, “kiss her… kiss her.” I happily obliged and continued. Stella then demanded that I look at Diane.

The girls’ chemistry was unreal. They took a break simply to kiss each other, pausing to hold each other and exchange compliments. Diane was enamored with Stella’s eyes, repeatedly saying “tes yeux….” and Stella would reply “t’es belle…” I simply sat and soaked it in.

The girls asked me what I wanted, so I arranged both of the girls on each other – Stella on the bottom and Diane kissing her from the top. Down below, both of their beautiful pussies were aligned and I eagerly stuck my face in between them, hungrily licking and kissing each one. Despite the hearty stimulation, the girls were cooing at each other, making dreamy conversation. As great as licking two pussies simultaneously seemed in my imagination, it wasn’t particularly practical, and I rolled off to excuse myself and head to the bathroom.

When I got back, Stella made me repeat “You like French girls! Say it again!” To which I repeated, “I’m crazy about French girls!”

Stella went out of her way to make sure Diane was having a good time, asking me to kiss her again and again. She told me to ask Diane what she wanted and I tried out my French, asking “qu-est ce que tu veut?”

They both began sucking my cock again and I melted into the bed, enjoying the feeling of their tongues and lips on my dick and my balls.

Stella knew I was talented with my hands, so she told me to finger Diane’s pussy. I took Diane’s onto my left arm, cradling her head on my shoulder and started kissing her passionately. I then took a big gob of spit from my mouth and slowly dripped it onto her pussy. Diane obligingly spread her legs wide and I gently touched her pussy, at first barely making contact, grazing the insides of her thighs, caressing her mound.

Stella moved between my legs and began working my cock the way I had taught her. I slowly began increasing the intensity on Diane’s pussy bringing her closer and closer. I started moaning myself in between her kisses. Diane’s moans built to a crescendo and peaked at what I think was an orgasm.

At this point, we had started to tire, so I stood on my feet with my back against the wall and both girls worked me. Diane took my cock in her mouth and Stella licked my balls and taint. I moaned a deep baritone.

I asked them where they wanted my cum, so Stella asked Diane. Diane responded “not in my mouth.” So Stella suggested I cum on Diane’s ass, and then Stella would lick it up. Diane smiled and agreed, turning her body and getting on all fours. I gave Stella a big kiss, and then she took my cock in her mouth and brought me close, sucking and licking, loudly and sloppily. As I got close, Stella moved her face next my cock, and I gripped her head close to my thigh with one hand and jerked my dick with the other. Stella looked deeply into my eyes. She turned her head and started to whisper slowly to Diane.

I pointed my dick down and with a few strokes, climaxed and sprayed my cum down onto Diane’s ass and back. Once I was finished, I let Stella go and she dutifully licked every last drop of cum off of Diane.

I collapsed onto the bed where both girls laid next to me. We made little jokes and laughed, taking turns in the bathroom, and then got back into bed, whispering and kissing and touching. Diane kept saying how lovely it was and how lovely both of us were. Stella and I giggled a bit and looked at each other with still some measure of disbelief.

By this time, it was almost 7AM and the sun had come up behind the heavy green curtains. Diane had to get up for a brunch at 12, but for the moment, Stella nestled into the crook of my right arm and Diane into my left, and the three of us fell into a deserved and satisfied sleep.

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Some twenty minutes later, Diane woke us up. She had to leave in order to shower and make an important lunch she had planned with a colleague. The girls got up to hug and kiss each other, and they both shared a genuine moment.

I walked Diane to the door, and told her I thought we would all meet again someday. She said she hoped so.

I fell back into the bed ready to surrender to slumber, but Stella had other plans. She looked up at me and said that she badly needed to feel me, that I had to fuck her again, and fuck her hard.

I was barely conscious after this marathon day and night, but after everything she had done for me, I had to oblige her. I lifted my body onto hers and started pounding away.

The look on Stella’s face was fierce, unlike anything I’d previously seen in this sweet girl’s eyes. She asked me to slap her. When I did so, she asked me to hit her harder, to hurt her. I hesitated, and she told me she needed to feel me after sharing me with another woman.

I turned Stella around and plunged my dick into her, lifting one leg up next to her body and kept the other behind her, kneeling next to her knee. I fucked her as hard as I could, brutally slapping her ass and leaving red welts visible even in the dimly-lit room. My dick was far less sensitive than previously given I’d already come a short while before, but I worked Stella vigorously until I was close.

I pulled out and stood on the bed. Stella quickly moved into her baby-bird position, her face tilted back, her steely eyes locked on mine, and her mouth open wide. I took her hair in my hand at the side of her head and jerked off hard until I sprayed a few tidy gobs of cum on her lips and cheekbone. I took my index finger and gathered the cum as best I could from around her face and offered it to her. She licked it off my finger and knuckle and then licked her lips. We shared a smile, and I slowly folded to my knees. She went off to the bathroom to clean up and I closed my eyes and fell into a deserved sleep

FIN

P.S. Stella and I are gonna keep the good times rolling, and from May will be based in Berlin, Germany
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