After spending a few months in the States with her new husband tino, Lou discovered that she missed her home. She missed the cultural exchanges and the art, but most of all she missed having someone, anyone, to connect with in the language she knew best: the language of love. Or, more importantly, the language of dirty, rough, no-holds-barred fucking. The shine had worn off on her marriage; she saw her husband for what he truly was: another dumb American without any imagination or culture. What she needed was someone who could give her what she needed (a proper ass fucking) while at the same t...

After spending a few months in the States with her new husband tino, Lou discovered that she missed her home. She missed the cultural exchanges and the art, but most of all she missed having someone, anyone, to connect with in the language she knew best: the language of love. Or, more importantly, the language of dirty, rough, no-holds-barred fucking. The shine had worn off on her marriage; she saw her husband for what he truly was: another dumb American without any imagination or culture. What she needed was someone who could give her what she needed (a proper ass fucking) while at the same time keeping what she found to be important (her US citizenship). Could she have her cake and eat it, too?