April 29, 2025 • 7 mins
Vesa knows exactly what she wants—and she always gets it. When a sultry afternoon in Berat brings Luan into her orbit, desire takes the lead. One look, one choice, and their night turns into a slow, smoldering game of seduction, control, and pleasure.
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Speaker 1 (00:05):
Hey, foxy friends. This year, you'll come with us to
every European country, where we explore the sexual adventures of
each nation and one of its regions. Barrat, Albania, I
was sitting at a table outside a small coffee shop,
(00:27):
being out at the river in Burrat. You're always being watched.
It's a sensation you get used to quickly, so I
didn't pay much attention when I felt someone's eyes on me.
I was looking down to at the people of the town,
at the houses that grew up the hills like mushrooms,
at all the windows that looked like eyes watching us. All.
(00:50):
I didn't mind that feeling. I liked being watched. It
was Saturday, a lazy day. Most people spent head home
with their families, but not me, and not only because
I lived alone. For me, it was a day to
dress up and go looking for someone something that could
entertain me. I wore a tight black dress, my best
(01:11):
jewelry and sunglasses. I was drinking black coffee and slowly
eating a slice of chocolate cake, waiting for the right
moment and right person. So far, they hadn't come along,
so I kept dipping my spoon into the cake. Savoring
each bite. I leaned back in the chair, legs stretched out,
completely relaxed. I had all the time in the world,
(01:35):
and I was more than willing to wait. Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw a man pass
by and walk into the coffee shop. For a moment,
he paused, but then he continued inside. I wasn't sure
if he'd stopped because he was looking at me or
for some other reason, but I intended to find out.
I kept eating cake, feigning indifference. I never made the
(01:59):
fur smooth, and I wasn't about to start now. Soon
the door opened again, and I noticed him sitting in
a nearby table, keeping just enough distance between us. I
didn't mind. I didn't look at him, but I knew
he was watching. Confidence is one of my favorite qualities
(02:20):
about myself, unyielding and magnetic. I waited, certain that he
would come closer if he was truly interested. Moments later,
I chaired next to me, scraped back. He sat down,
the stranger who had looked at me. I still didn't
turn to him, not even when he introduced himself as
Lewin and asked for my name. I told him, and
(02:44):
I could hear the delight in his voice. He asked
if he could stay and have a coffee with me.
But I had something more interesting in mind. There was
something better we could do, I suggested. He sounded confused
and asked what it was. I told him if he
wanted to find out, he had to follow me, but
don't walk beside me. He asked more questions, trying to
(03:08):
understand what I meant that I had already stood up
and started walking home. If it was meant to be,
he'd follow. If not, well, I'd enjoy my own company
just as much. I didn't check to see if Luin
was behind me. That was his choice, but if he
was the right kind of man, he'd follow. I walked
(03:29):
with ease, smiling at people I passed, glowing with confidence.
The thrill of having someone obey my unspoken commands it
was intoxicating. Just before I reached my home, I finally
looked back, and there he was, still following, eyes wide, mesmerized.
(03:49):
He stopped when I turned to him, shoulders tense like
he feared rejection. I smiled and looked down at my shoes,
commenting that my feet hurt. Plumbing Barrat's cobblestone street and
heels as an art, and I was over it. He
asked how he could help, so eager to please, I
told him there was only one way to carry me.
(04:13):
His hesitation lasted only a moment. Then he stepped forward
and lifted me into his arms, bride style. That's when
I knew Lewin was the one. My house wasn't far,
but the cobbal to climb with me and his arms
wasn't easy. Still, he didn't complain. I stroked his shoulder
and rewarded him with a smile. He turned it on
(04:38):
my door. He gently set me down, and I noticed
the sweat on his forehead, saw how hard he tried
to hide his effort, and appreciated it all the more.
He looked down at me, a question in his eyes.
He didn't dare a voice. Smart man. I touched his
cheek and invited him in. He stepped inside, looking around uncertainly.
(05:00):
I took his hands and led him to the living room.
I sat on the couch while he stood waiting for
my next spoof. Like an obedient lover perfect, I pulled
one leg up, the heel still on and let him
take it in his hands. His touch was gentle, reverent.
I told him I was too tired to undress, and
(05:21):
that he'd have to do it for me. I watched
his pupils widen delicious. He slipped off one heel, then
the other, revealing my stalking legs. I told him to
remove those two and stood to make it easier. He
dropped to his knees, looking up at me like I
was a goddess. His hands slid slowly up my thighs
(05:42):
to the elastic, then down, feeling my stalkings away with
aching care. I stepped out of them and sat back
on to the couch, leaning against the arm rest, my
feet still hurt, I told him Lewin understood. He sat
at my fee massaging them, his hands firm yet tender.
(06:04):
I whimpered, letting him think he was easing real pain. Really,
I just wanted to be spoiled. As he rubbed my
second foot, I hiked my dress up to my hips.
My lacy black panties peeked out. His eyes locked on them,
reverent and hungry. I pulled them down slyly, revealing myself
to him. He kept massaging my foot, dazed by the sight.
(06:29):
I let my fingers drift between my legs, teasing my
clit Lewin watched, frozen desire thick in the air. I
pressed my foot against his groin, feeling his hard cock
through the fabric. He shivered. Show me your cock, I whispered.
He didn't hesitate, hands down, cock out, harred and eager.
(06:53):
I pressed both feet against him, stroking him with my
souls while I pleasured myself. His breathing matched mind, both
of us teetering on the edge, and then it hit.
Pleasure crashed over me as his orgasm followed, warm and
messy on my feet, dripping down my toes and soles.
(07:14):
I opened my eyes, smiling at him. He looked almost shy. Now,
thank you, I said, meaning every word. Thanks for listening.
Foxy friends, don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe, and
continue to come with us.
Hey, foxy friends. This year, you'll come with us to
every European country, where we explore the sexual adventures of
each nation and one of its regions. Barrat, Albania, I
was sitting at a table outside a small coffee shop,
(00:27):
being out at the river in Burrat. You're always being watched.
It's a sensation you get used to quickly, so I
didn't pay much attention when I felt someone's eyes on me.
I was looking down to at the people of the town,
at the houses that grew up the hills like mushrooms,
at all the windows that looked like eyes watching us. All.
(00:50):
I didn't mind that feeling. I liked being watched. It
was Saturday, a lazy day. Most people spent head home
with their families, but not me, and not only because
I lived alone. For me, it was a day to
dress up and go looking for someone something that could
entertain me. I wore a tight black dress, my best
(01:11):
jewelry and sunglasses. I was drinking black coffee and slowly
eating a slice of chocolate cake, waiting for the right
moment and right person. So far, they hadn't come along,
so I kept dipping my spoon into the cake. Savoring
each bite. I leaned back in the chair, legs stretched out,
completely relaxed. I had all the time in the world,
(01:35):
and I was more than willing to wait. Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw a man pass
by and walk into the coffee shop. For a moment,
he paused, but then he continued inside. I wasn't sure
if he'd stopped because he was looking at me or
for some other reason, but I intended to find out.
I kept eating cake, feigning indifference. I never made the
(01:59):
fur smooth, and I wasn't about to start now. Soon
the door opened again, and I noticed him sitting in
a nearby table, keeping just enough distance between us. I
didn't mind. I didn't look at him, but I knew
he was watching. Confidence is one of my favorite qualities
(02:20):
about myself, unyielding and magnetic. I waited, certain that he
would come closer if he was truly interested. Moments later,
I chaired next to me, scraped back. He sat down,
the stranger who had looked at me. I still didn't
turn to him, not even when he introduced himself as
Lewin and asked for my name. I told him, and
(02:44):
I could hear the delight in his voice. He asked
if he could stay and have a coffee with me.
But I had something more interesting in mind. There was
something better we could do, I suggested. He sounded confused
and asked what it was. I told him if he
wanted to find out, he had to follow me, but
don't walk beside me. He asked more questions, trying to
(03:08):
understand what I meant that I had already stood up
and started walking home. If it was meant to be,
he'd follow. If not, well, I'd enjoy my own company
just as much. I didn't check to see if Luin
was behind me. That was his choice, but if he
was the right kind of man, he'd follow. I walked
(03:29):
with ease, smiling at people I passed, glowing with confidence.
The thrill of having someone obey my unspoken commands it
was intoxicating. Just before I reached my home, I finally
looked back, and there he was, still following, eyes wide, mesmerized.
(03:49):
He stopped when I turned to him, shoulders tense like
he feared rejection. I smiled and looked down at my shoes,
commenting that my feet hurt. Plumbing Barrat's cobblestone street and
heels as an art, and I was over it. He
asked how he could help, so eager to please, I
told him there was only one way to carry me.
(04:13):
His hesitation lasted only a moment. Then he stepped forward
and lifted me into his arms, bride style. That's when
I knew Lewin was the one. My house wasn't far,
but the cobbal to climb with me and his arms
wasn't easy. Still, he didn't complain. I stroked his shoulder
and rewarded him with a smile. He turned it on
(04:38):
my door. He gently set me down, and I noticed
the sweat on his forehead, saw how hard he tried
to hide his effort, and appreciated it all the more.
He looked down at me, a question in his eyes.
He didn't dare a voice. Smart man. I touched his
cheek and invited him in. He stepped inside, looking around uncertainly.
(05:00):
I took his hands and led him to the living room.
I sat on the couch while he stood waiting for
my next spoof. Like an obedient lover perfect, I pulled
one leg up, the heel still on and let him
take it in his hands. His touch was gentle, reverent.
I told him I was too tired to undress, and
(05:21):
that he'd have to do it for me. I watched
his pupils widen delicious. He slipped off one heel, then
the other, revealing my stalking legs. I told him to
remove those two and stood to make it easier. He
dropped to his knees, looking up at me like I
was a goddess. His hands slid slowly up my thighs
(05:42):
to the elastic, then down, feeling my stalkings away with
aching care. I stepped out of them and sat back
on to the couch, leaning against the arm rest, my
feet still hurt, I told him Lewin understood. He sat
at my fee massaging them, his hands firm yet tender.
(06:04):
I whimpered, letting him think he was easing real pain. Really,
I just wanted to be spoiled. As he rubbed my
second foot, I hiked my dress up to my hips.
My lacy black panties peeked out. His eyes locked on them,
reverent and hungry. I pulled them down slyly, revealing myself
to him. He kept massaging my foot, dazed by the sight.
(06:29):
I let my fingers drift between my legs, teasing my
clit Lewin watched, frozen desire thick in the air. I
pressed my foot against his groin, feeling his hard cock
through the fabric. He shivered. Show me your cock, I whispered.
He didn't hesitate, hands down, cock out, harred and eager.
(06:53):
I pressed both feet against him, stroking him with my
souls while I pleasured myself. His breathing matched mind, both
of us teetering on the edge, and then it hit.
Pleasure crashed over me as his orgasm followed, warm and
messy on my feet, dripping down my toes and soles.
(07:14):
I opened my eyes, smiling at him. He looked almost shy. Now,
thank you, I said, meaning every word. Thanks for listening.
Foxy friends, don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe, and
continue to come with us.
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