Sarah, 27 years old. Brunette. Single. Work as a Barista at an internet cafe in Chicago. On vacation in Italy.
It was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to miss: the plaza was empty, not a soul in sight, and the statue of the Greek athlete with a gloriously erect cock was all but calling her name. Mustering her courage, before she had sensible second thoughts, she hiked up he skirt and shucked her panties, wadding them up and shoving them into her purse.
She got up onto the base of the marble statue and with a little bit of climbing found herself with her arms around the statue’s neck and her slit, already moist with anticipation, poised right above the statue’s marble cock.
Double-checking that the coast was clear, she took a deep breath and started to lower herself down. She hadn’t anticipated the coldness of the marble, and it elicited a sharp gasp of surprise as the tip of the statue’s dick slipped between her lips. But she refused to turn back now and she kept at it, impaling herself inch by inch on the magnificent piece of craftsmanship until she felt it’s marble balls press against her.