Sexstarved European maniacs were relentless in their pursuit of American women.They could see the hunger in their eyes, the vulnerability that made them easy prey.The maniacs tore through them like wild animals, leaving nothing but destruction and pleasure in their wake.One maniac, in particular, was ravenous for the taste of American flesh.His face was twisted into a fierce snarl as he approached the first woman.She was tall and blonde, her breasts hanging low and heavy in her lace bra.Her skin was smooth and creamy, glistening in the sunlight.The maniac lunged forward, his lips locked onto hers as they began their wild ride.The woman struggled to break free, but the maniac held tight.His tongue probed deep into her mouth, exploring every inch of her being.He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the pulse of her heart racing beneath her skin.The maniac pulled her closer, his hand grabbing her waist and pulling her up against him.As the maniac plunged his tongue deeper into the woman's mouth, she moaned with pleasure.She couldn't resist the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins.The maniac took full advantage of her weakness, his fingers tracing paths over her bare skin.He couldn't get enough of her, of her hot and wet pussy.With one swift motion, the maniac pushed the woman back against the wall, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her legs apart.His cock was huge and hard, the head swollen to a peak that pierced the air.He grinned down at the woman as he slammed himself deep into her pussy, filling her with every stroke.The woman let out a scream of pleasure, her body bucking against the maniac's as he pounded her mercilessly.His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as he plowed into her again and again.She felt herself getting lost in the moment, consumed by the ecstasy that filled her.After what felt like an eternity, the maniac finally pulled away.He looked down at the woman, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.You are mine, he growled before disappearing into the shadows.But the maniac wouldn't be gone for long.There were more women to conquer, more bodies to feast upon.And the thought of tearing through more American women with the same unrelenting intensity filled him with pure joy.