Hermann's forehead was glistening with sweat as he struggled to move the heavy couch. He grunted and groaned, his muscles straining under the weight of the furniture. As he moved, his mind wandered to his ex-girlfriend, Anja, and her insatiable appetite for his 25 cm member. He couldn't help but smile at the memory of her.
Just as he was about to give up, there was a knock at the door. Hermann looked up, surprised. He wiped the sweat from his brow and went to answer it.
Anja stood in the doorway, a stunning woman with a sharp tongue. She was dressed casually, but still managed to look put together. She greeted Hermann with a playful insult, "Well, well, well, look who's struggling to move furniture like a weak little ant."
Hermann couldn't help but laugh. He felt a little embarrassed, but also amused. "And here I was thinking you were coming to help, not make fun of me."
Anja smirked and walked over to the couch. She helped Hermann move it with ease, her muscles flexing under her shirt. Hermann couldn't help but stare.
As they moved the furniture, Hermann slipped a little Viagra into Anja's drink without her noticing. He knew it was a risky move, but he couldn't resist the opportunity.
After they finished moving the furniture, Anja noticed her drink and took a sip. She started to feel a little lightheaded and giggly. "Feeling a little tipsy, Anja?" Hermann asked, smirking.
Anja, now feeling the effects of the Viagra, started to get flirty with Hermann. She started making suggestive comments and touching him inappropriately. Hermann, surprised but also turned on, played along. He started making suggestive comments back and touching Anja inappropriately.
Anja, now fully under the influence of the Viagra, started begging Hermann for sex. She started calling him "master" and "lord" and telling him how much she needed his 25 cm member. Hermann, amused and aroused, agreed to Anja's request.
They started having passionate sex, with Anja riding Hermann like a wild stallion. She moaned and screamed his name, and Hermann couldn't help but feel like he was losing control. He started thrusting harder and deeper, and Anja, feeling the same, begged him to cum inside her.
Hermann, unable to resist, cum inside Anja. Anja, feeling satisfied, collapsed onto Hermann, panting and sweating. Hermann, feeling a little guilty but also relieved, started cuddling Anja. Anja, feeling content and happy, fell asleep in Hermann's arms.
Hermann looked at Anja, smiling. He realized that he still had feelings for her, and that maybe they could still make things work. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed her forehead.
As he held her, he knew that he would do anything to keep her in his life. Even if it meant playing a little furniture charade.
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