This is a fantasy, so don’t miss your chance to see and meet her. The first time I saw Bebe Hermose was through the glow of my laptop screen. Her dark eyes, full lips and the way her voice came through the microphone sent shivers down my spine. She was more than just a beautiful face on a webcam; she was a dream wrapped in golden skin, with a smile that could melt the coldest heart. I, Julien, a 32-year-old man from Marseille, had spent years searching for something real. And somehow, across thousands of kilometres, I had found it in her.
Our conversations began innocently – flirtatious teasing, late-night whispers, stolen moments in the dark. But soon it turned into something deeper. We talked of dreams, of love, of a life beyond the screen. I longed to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin, to taste the lips that had tormented me for so long.
“Come to me, Bebe,” I whispered one night. “Let me show you how much I want you.”
A pause. Then a smile. “Would you really take me there, mon amour?” she asked in that heady mix of Filipino sweetness and playful mischief.
“At any cost,” I promised.
And so I made it happen. Flights, arrangements, everything. When she finally stepped onto the hot tarmac at Marseille airport, my heart nearly burst. Dressed in a flowing white gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, Bebe was a vision. As soon as she reached me, I pulled her into my arms, buried my face in her neck and inhaled her scent – a mixture of jasmine and something uniquely her own.
That night, in my apartment overlooking the Mediterranean, the tension between us finally gave way. We moved in sync, our lips meeting in a desperate, aching kiss that had been building for months. My hands traced the curve of her back, the smoothness of her thighs, the warmth of her body pressed against mine.
“Julien…” she moaned, her voice sending waves of desire through me.
“Bebe, mon amour,” I whispered against her lips as I laid her down on my bed, my fingers exploring every inch of her.
Our passion was a slow, torturous dance – every touch, every kiss a promise fulfilled. My lips travelled down her body, savouring every soft sigh that escaped her. I explored her skin, tasting it, drinking in her pleasure. Her body responded to me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I entered her, filling her completely.
I love Bebe’s delicious body, especially her luscious breasts and beautiful penis. The thought of having anal sex with her makes me incredibly excited. We start slowly, kissing passionately as I explore her body. I move my hands to her large breasts and knead them firmly. Bebe moans softly with pleasure and presses her nipples against my fingers. Meanwhile, I run my other hand over her penis, which is starting to get hard.
As soon as we are both horny as hell, I grab the bottle of lubricant and apply a generous amount to Bebe’s tight ass. I massage it in well and let my finger slide in gently as I continue to play with her breasts and penis.
Bebe responds enthusiastically to my touches and begins to move gently with my finger in her asshole. This signals to me that she is ready. I remove the finger from her anus and now insert two fingers at the same time to create more tension.
As I continue to distract Bebe with kisses on her neck and ear, I slowly remove my fingers one by one before giving way to something much better: my hard erection.
I smear more lube on my member and guide it to the entrance of Bebe’s anus. I push it in slowly as she holds her breath and closes her eyes in pleasure.
Once I am completely inside her, I hold still for a while to allow Bebe to get used to the sensation. Then I start moving slowly up and down, running my hands over her body, playing with her breasts and penis.
Bebe squirms under me with pleasure and moans incessantly. I pick up the pace and penetrate her harder and deeper until we both can’t go any further. Then Bebe asks me to make it a little more intense, so I grab a vibrator and make her vibrate inside herself as I continue to pamper her anally.
It’s not long before we’re both screaming, our bodies mixed with sweat and pleasure. We fall exhausted next to each other, savouring our intense anal sex experience.
Bebe looks at me with a big smile on her face and whispers that she wants to do this more often. I can only nod in agreement, because one thing is for sure: anal sex with Bebe Harmosa never gets old!
She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders as we moved together, lost in the intensity of our desire. Our bodies collided in a relentless rhythm, waves of pleasure washing over us. I whispered her name between moans, my hands gripping her hips as she surrendered to me completely.
“More,” she begged, her body arching beneath mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I gave her everything – deep, slow thrusts that turned into desperate, feverish movements until we both collapsed in ecstasy, our cries of pleasure filling the air.
When dawn came, she rested her head on my chest, tracing lazy patterns across my skin. “I was meant to be here with you,” she murmured.
I kissed the top of her head and held her close. “You were meant to be mine.”
And in that moment I knew – this was love, raw and true, boundless and eternal.
