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"We need to clarify our position on the Olympics. We're not clear enough. We don't understand what we really want. And it needs to be understood in front of the sports fans. I have a contact at Sky..."
The chief of staff was clear and V trusted him.
And here's the interview with Sky Sports 24.
V's usual shyness, her polite and sometimes punctilious way of putting herself in public, often made her unable to communicate her talents. Her assignment, so sudden, prestigious and in many ways bigger than her, was not bearing fruit.
Criticism from all sides, often personal, weakened her day after day.
Yet she showed no sign of yielding. On the contrary, she seemed more serene than before.
"In three years, the citizens will decide..."
The "innovative" experiences of the last few weeks had changed her. The public figure paid the price. The woman, the female, was feeling much better. And she had decided to live out her emotions.
At the table of the satellite TV sports news she was with three journalists. Beautiful, flashy and very well prepared.
RN hit her. She was no longer sexting. A few wrinkles gave her face a special character, so elegant and her pale eyes were magnetic. Very elegant and sexy, thanks to a flourishing and magnificent breasts that she didn't hesitate to impress, not only the public. Her voice with low tones, scratched by acidic highs was incredibly attractive.
Recently divorced from a colleague anchorman after a long love affair and an already grown and independent son, which often made her free to devote herself.
She was a complete woman, little afraid of the passing of time and new recruits, feeling the power of her own charisma and natural eroticism coming from within. Esteemed and strong.
The little secret was the relationship with a sexting, muscular cameraman she sometimes met at home when her son was staying with his father.
Sex and complicity. With no other implications. But her eroticism, in reality, had no boundaries.
V didn't know them. A brief description of the interviewers was given to her by the chief of staff before the meeting. Sometimes V had seen them on TV but without attention: she was not interested in sports.
She was struck by RN's magnetic eyes and the journalist's flexuous movements before and after the questions.
It was a good interview. After the meeting there was the delivery of the business cards by the journalists to the guest.
V took RN's and looked at her softly and deeply. She was reciprocated. RN was magnetic in her flowery dress and on the inevitable heels of her pumps. They shook hands and greeted her. "See you soon..."
V wrote an uncompromising message to RN around dinnertime.
"I wanted to thank you for the kindness with which you greeted me today. You're very charming. Thank you for everything. V”.
RN immediately replied with the usual courtesy. "Thank you! You are very pleasant. If you feel like it (and time) let's talk again, I would be very pleased! RN".
"I'm home alone and bored." "Do you want to see us?". The journalist's message, so direct, created an emotion in V. The answer was immediate. "Sure, I'd love to."
Minutes and a frenzy of feelings in both.
RN arrived at V's house in a short time in a taxi.
The kiss was tender. RN was exciting and contagious. They kissed. So, right away, on your feet. There was no foreplay. Women who knew what they wanted to feel, both of them.
"I've never done it with a woman. Well, I did once, but to please my man on a business trip, a sporting event we followed together in Malaysia... And it was fun."
"I've done it before. A few times. Recently. And I really like men, too."
...and they took off their clothes and kissed each other. Tongues intertwined, kisses, breasts squeezed. RN's nipples were straight and swollen on broad-cup breasts. V appreciated its shape and taste. He sucked her. She was dazed in front of RN's garter belt, the shape of her legs. It tasted like eros everywhere. He sucked it greedily between her legs. Now V was an expert. She did it continuously and the taste of RN was delicious, like full, warm thighs.
RN left nothing to chance and did not hesitate to enjoy it over and over again. She masterfully worked in a V pattern until she squeezed her clitoris and stapled it with a hair clip. V cried out in pain and enjoyment until a strong and restless orgasm.
They didn't stop for hours. V was now unleashed. She turned on the TV. No Sky Sports... but a play on a lesbian video that turned into a trio with a big-sized male.
"You're so good..." said RN with her warm voice and V melted away in sweetness and hair caresses and kisses on RN's tasty neck.
Tender caresses as they watched the video distractedly and, above all, listened to the three of them moaning from the TV.
"I wish Romeo was here." "Who is Romeo?" "My secret... my heart cameraman... my heart cameraman... is the man of my private enjoyment. "He's an insatiable lover, and he'd look great in the middle here..."
"Shall we organize?" V was irresistible and brazen.
"We will. But not tonight... Now I have to take care of you... us. I'm not leaving here until morning. I want to make love to you all night. Now I want a shower and I want you to make a pasta..."
RN gave the orders to V. V, the authority, shut up. He carried out the orders. He had discovered the pleasure of compression and compliance. He obeyed.
RN was mature and conscious. Barefoot around the house, in V's white bathrobe she was perfectly comfortable.
"I think we'll see each other often, you have to learn a lot of things about sport and even in communication I can help you improve. Besides, I like the taste of you as a female. It's a discovery. I fucked a structure chief in a sky bath and I went on air with his cream between my thighs fearing it would drip on the floor. But tonight is even more exciting and I don't intend to leave anything down."
"You know I've got a role and I can't make small talk... But... I'm crazy about you...".
"Rest assured, I'll be your teacher and your friend. And now come here and let me tie you up... R is now your mistress..."
The chief of staff was clear and V trusted him.
And here's the interview with Sky Sports 24.
V's usual shyness, her polite and sometimes punctilious way of putting herself in public, often made her unable to communicate her talents. Her assignment, so sudden, prestigious and in many ways bigger than her, was not bearing fruit.
Criticism from all sides, often personal, weakened her day after day.
Yet she showed no sign of yielding. On the contrary, she seemed more serene than before.
"In three years, the citizens will decide..."
The "innovative" experiences of the last few weeks had changed her. The public figure paid the price. The woman, the female, was feeling much better. And she had decided to live out her emotions.
At the table of the satellite TV sports news she was with three journalists. Beautiful, flashy and very well prepared.
RN hit her. She was no longer sexting. A few wrinkles gave her face a special character, so elegant and her pale eyes were magnetic. Very elegant and sexy, thanks to a flourishing and magnificent breasts that she didn't hesitate to impress, not only the public. Her voice with low tones, scratched by acidic highs was incredibly attractive.
Recently divorced from a colleague anchorman after a long love affair and an already grown and independent son, which often made her free to devote herself.
She was a complete woman, little afraid of the passing of time and new recruits, feeling the power of her own charisma and natural eroticism coming from within. Esteemed and strong.
The little secret was the relationship with a sexting, muscular cameraman she sometimes met at home when her son was staying with his father.
Sex and complicity. With no other implications. But her eroticism, in reality, had no boundaries.
V didn't know them. A brief description of the interviewers was given to her by the chief of staff before the meeting. Sometimes V had seen them on TV but without attention: she was not interested in sports.
She was struck by RN's magnetic eyes and the journalist's flexuous movements before and after the questions.
It was a good interview. After the meeting there was the delivery of the business cards by the journalists to the guest.
V took RN's and looked at her softly and deeply. She was reciprocated. RN was magnetic in her flowery dress and on the inevitable heels of her pumps. They shook hands and greeted her. "See you soon..."
V wrote an uncompromising message to RN around dinnertime.
"I wanted to thank you for the kindness with which you greeted me today. You're very charming. Thank you for everything. V”.
RN immediately replied with the usual courtesy. "Thank you! You are very pleasant. If you feel like it (and time) let's talk again, I would be very pleased! RN".
"I'm home alone and bored." "Do you want to see us?". The journalist's message, so direct, created an emotion in V. The answer was immediate. "Sure, I'd love to."
Minutes and a frenzy of feelings in both.
RN arrived at V's house in a short time in a taxi.
The kiss was tender. RN was exciting and contagious. They kissed. So, right away, on your feet. There was no foreplay. Women who knew what they wanted to feel, both of them.
"I've never done it with a woman. Well, I did once, but to please my man on a business trip, a sporting event we followed together in Malaysia... And it was fun."
"I've done it before. A few times. Recently. And I really like men, too."
...and they took off their clothes and kissed each other. Tongues intertwined, kisses, breasts squeezed. RN's nipples were straight and swollen on broad-cup breasts. V appreciated its shape and taste. He sucked her. She was dazed in front of RN's garter belt, the shape of her legs. It tasted like eros everywhere. He sucked it greedily between her legs. Now V was an expert. She did it continuously and the taste of RN was delicious, like full, warm thighs.
RN left nothing to chance and did not hesitate to enjoy it over and over again. She masterfully worked in a V pattern until she squeezed her clitoris and stapled it with a hair clip. V cried out in pain and enjoyment until a strong and restless orgasm.
They didn't stop for hours. V was now unleashed. She turned on the TV. No Sky Sports... but a play on a lesbian video that turned into a trio with a big-sized male.
"You're so good..." said RN with her warm voice and V melted away in sweetness and hair caresses and kisses on RN's tasty neck.
Tender caresses as they watched the video distractedly and, above all, listened to the three of them moaning from the TV.
"I wish Romeo was here." "Who is Romeo?" "My secret... my heart cameraman... my heart cameraman... is the man of my private enjoyment. "He's an insatiable lover, and he'd look great in the middle here..."
"Shall we organize?" V was irresistible and brazen.
"We will. But not tonight... Now I have to take care of you... us. I'm not leaving here until morning. I want to make love to you all night. Now I want a shower and I want you to make a pasta..."
RN gave the orders to V. V, the authority, shut up. He carried out the orders. He had discovered the pleasure of compression and compliance. He obeyed.
RN was mature and conscious. Barefoot around the house, in V's white bathrobe she was perfectly comfortable.
"I think we'll see each other often, you have to learn a lot of things about sport and even in communication I can help you improve. Besides, I like the taste of you as a female. It's a discovery. I fucked a structure chief in a sky bath and I went on air with his cream between my thighs fearing it would drip on the floor. But tonight is even more exciting and I don't intend to leave anything down."
"You know I've got a role and I can't make small talk... But... I'm crazy about you...".
"Rest assured, I'll be your teacher and your friend. And now come here and let me tie you up... R is now your mistress..."
