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There is a medieval Christmas market in a castle near us. We have been going there for a few years. As an accompaniment to Santa Claus there is always a whole crowd of female elves. And certainly you also think about the costumes that the fathers have something to watch. I guess they are mostly students who make up something as a “holiday job”. In any case, one seems to create visual criteria in the selection of the elves.
There is also a fantasy outfit that is more reminiscent of “sexy steam punk”. High boots and tight, buckled corsets and corsages, which in most cases give the décolleté a push-up effect. A few minutes ago I chatted with a “elf” a few minutes ago, which had taken care of our children. And this year she strangely recognized me and gave the kids great places at the front. We were there with three other families and the women stood at the very front and I got drinks.
“My” elf has redblonde, slightly curly hair, blue eyes and glued elf ear ears for a very long time, slim, Large, a green, bright costume made of a corsage, a skirt and wool tights, plus high boots, plus high boots. She adapted me to the “tavern”. It is almost behind the Santa Claus stage and therefore not to be seen from the audience. In addition to the tavern, a rampart went off in the castle wall, not open to the audience and cordoned off with a chain.
Then she pulled me in and first said whether we should not even replace numbers so that it doesn’t take a year again. We could go to drink coffee. It was such an incredibly strong crackle in the air, I felt miserable and it was so bleak in the corridor and her elf ears made the whole thing as unreal – as one role playing game. This in the half -dark, to stand close to each other, she looks up to me with big eyes, her costume, all of this was probably this little time window with the perfect mood.
And she stretched towards me at the same moment when I decided to bend to her and dare a kiss. So our lips touched, but after a fraction of a second, anything but careful or tender, but wild, demanding, passionate. Our tongues played together and after a short time – which felt like hours, her whole body leaned against me, I clearly felt her firm breasts on my chest and thighs on mine.
I pressed her to myself and instead of stepping on the brakes now, she let her hands hike. First over my back, then she grabbed my butt and the next moment she had a hand between us and kneaded mine tail Through my jeans. My surprise only stopped for two seconds, then she had “kneaded” so that my lust won the upper hand. Trembling with excitement I let my hand hike under her skirts and felt her heat in her crotch.
In the truest sense heat. She broke her body against me and with her pussy against my hand. I found the upper edge of the wool tights very quickly and with your active help and pushed my hand into it, thanks to your support, also directly into your slip. With a cozy shudder I felt soft, fluffy and also moist pubic hair. While she opened my zipper and scurried her hand in my pants, I found her wet column with the middle finger.
So she jerked my cock in her pants and I rubbed her clit and fingered her, both standing in front of each other and leaning together. We kissed wildly. When we took a short breath, she said: “I want to feel you in me … you can if you pull out beforehand. “Then she turned, stretched out her buttocks and put a foot on a lead over the wall. With both hands she pulled up the skirt in front of me and Pantyhose with panties down a piece.
Very pale, white skin, as with many red -haired, two really wonderfully round ass cheeks. In the crotch light -red, almost orange pubic hair shone and she then pulled an invitingly cheek and split apart and allowed a brief look at light pink meat. Too much to be able to hold back somehow. I got my hard cock out of my jeans at lightning speed and pressed it into her pussy without a mistake. What made me there, took my breath away from me. So warm, so wet, so tight.
She groaned when I was the first time It was entirely in her: “Lot! fuck me!“And I rammed it like a wild animal. She gasped and squeaked with every bump, pressed hard towards me and then suddenly came without warning. She really grunted, pushed out the air, it sounded like a whine when she was a long “fuuuck!“Excess. I continued to ram, also steered mine unstoppably too orgasm to. She took part, pushed herself towards me.
Shortly before I came, I remembered that I should pull out and pulled it back. Then when she whispered “I want to feel it in me. Spray your hot juice into me. “But unfortunately it was too late, my cock slipped out and her attempt to pack it by hand and push it back in, ended with the fact that I couldn’t manage to spray my load harmless to the floor harmless. Instead, I discharged exactly in your down slip.
Twitching and pulsating in her hand. We couldn’t help it and had to laugh together about this mishap. Her panties were now dirty, wet, with slowly clumping sperm filled. While I packed my cock again, she briefly tore off the panties on the sides and carefully pulled it out between my legs so that something doesn’t drip into her tights. She dried her pubic hair with a handkerchief and put on again. The inseminated slip was in a shooting range and she joked over the expensive panties that I had now so messed up.
The whole thing had taken less than 10 minutes and after one or two wet kisses and the exchange of the cell phone numbers, I was able to come back to my group with the drinks without anyone having suspected.
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