ManWeight

ElevatorWeight

Ella was abroad in Portugal and being that she was a very cute girl, it didn’t take long for her to find her a very cute piece of Italian manweight (she always had a thing for the Italian men). He was 6 feet of pure Italian, grade A sexy, complete with beautiful, soft, olive skin and deep brown hair with a gentle curl to it. He didn’t speak any English, but when you are fluent in hot guy (the language of manweight) the English was the last thing on Ella’s mind. For the basic communicating, like where they should have a drink, get drunk, dance and make out, they relied on broken Portuguese. After a lot of drinking and making out (and of course very little speaking), they made their way back to Ella’s home-stay apartment. It was 5 am and asking this manweight to come in was out of the question. It wouldn’t really be, oh, appropriate since she lived with a Portuguese couple in their 60s and it was made very clear that “guests” aka manweight, was not permitted. Where else could they go…but the elevator! Eurika! A small place, totally private, if there are no other passengers. Besides that, who would really be going or coming (fine, cumming maybe) at this hour? So in the elevator Ella and her manweight went! And did they go at it! Ella finally realized the function of that handrail that lines the backs of some elevators: It’s to prop your leg up on when attempting to have crazy monkey sex in an elevator. (Cue unexpected elevator stop). As the door slowly opened like a Times Square peep show, it revealed Ella and her ElevatorWeight, as he would forever be remembered, in their crazy, monkey position, which included her rather small hand on his rather large dick. Unfortunately the poor, old senora (and her neighbor) didn’t pump in any quarters for this pervy show. She stood there in total shock. The two monkeys erupted into laughter until the doors closed again. They decided to keep riding the elevator until he finished. (Yeah, he finished all over her black pants, which went unnoticed for 3 days until she was wearing the pants again. Sick). As long as there’s a weight, there’s a way!