Top Sex Extra: The Trail of Lara, Claudia & Josette
Wagner is silent for some months – but nonetheless active preparing for a comparative report.
Inspired by Jeremy Clarkson and his sporting entourage of top sports cars like Ferrari, Porsche and Aston Martin, Wagner decides to start a new initiative. Who knows… maybe BBC may consider starting a brand new series about man’s ultimate sport.
But what marques? Wagner is confused – shall he approach the single establishment, multiple brand review approach? Shall he approach the different marques sequentially? With what budget? Going for the single establishment is clearly not on the cards… the girls are in these desolate islands for such a short time that a review lives longer than the time these cherubs learn the basic features of Maltese.
He decides to approach the longer standing marques – who’s better than Lara, Claudia and Josette? Renown for their unmistakeable features, Wagner’s review is a sure bet to keep this forum alive (or back to life as some may put it).
He starts with Lara… a call on her mobile, a negotiation for a room in a guest house and Lara presents herself with all her aura, engaging in some discussion about her experiences in the Big Apple, London and all the “Romantic Places “ (apologies dear James, I stole this from your “The World is Not Enough”). It’s not long before she engages in her traditional abyssal throating that keeps on for an eternity. Wagner is in seventh heaven: Lara’s lips are blazing and her tongue is passionately profound. She invites Wagner for a doggy style shag… her ass is firm but not athletic and takes Wagner only a few seconds until he erupts into his second upsurge for the session, almost falling senseless on his knees.
A week’s recovery and Wagner is back on the hunt, calling Claudia for his intentional review. Claudia is sporty, athletic and refined with a firm front and behind. A shower in her flat and off to the track where Claudia, (presenting herself in a very sexy outfit that makes her fellow national Schiffer jealous) is demonstrating her lingual aptitudes around Wagner Jr. Her gentle tonguing soon becomes rhythmical, in tune with a gentle “Va Pensiero”… and where did his pensiero go? She IS persistent and does not waste one drop of Wagner’s eruption… first or second or third or… well by that time Wagner is almost comatose and Claudia is short of calling 112. Wagner crawls out of Claudia’s and barely makes it to his car!!!
Two week’s recovery and Wagner is resolute on completing his review. An odd short message and call, a drive through the islands’ chaotic, bumpy, potholed, police dormitory, warden infested, parkless, maze riddled roads, stopping just a few yards from the appointed trail’s track. He meets a surprising Josette – well stacked up and abundantly presented, in black silk underwear. She has a lustful look in her eyes that is enough for Wagner to sense juices rushing down his balls and making Jr. behave like a man. Josette’s lips are sizzling and tight, with a tongue that is uniquely apt in making any stubborn Stromboli come to life. It’s a tsunami for the first time and Josette is wondering what would her calorie intake of the day be if she played a repeat. Without hesitation and barely any time for recovery, Jr is back in a warm and wet environment – and definitely not complaining until every microliter of erecting juices has been withdrawn by the apt seraph. Wagner is knocked out… and with a smile ripping through his face from ear to ear, he almost slips two floors of stairs before facing the roads again.
Three weeks lapse and Wagner is still confused about who merits the “Ride of the Year” award. Is his confusion an evidence of his inability of thinking with his mind – but just being able to think with his balls?
Va pensiero... sull'ali dorate.
Va', ti posa sui clivi, sui coll,....