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The walls, named ”San Sebastian,“ in the district of the same name in San José in Costa Rica, had no charisma of a sacred atmosphere and tropical flair. On the contrary – the high bunker similar concrete block with countless shooting range similar openings, surrounded by the same ugly, meter -high, dirty – gray walls reminded of a fortress from past times that should fend off any penetration of undesirable conquerors.
But it was exactly the opposite that made the meaning of this inhospitable place. In the “high -security prison” with nickname “San Seba,” which could show the corresponding instruction of a public prosecutor.
And Werner could!
But he hadn’t applied for it or otherwise tried, even though – who plays with the fire ..
To expect the tongue to heat his genitals! And that was exactly what a magical, young creature named Cristina, ”La Satanasa“ as she was called by the male residents, which was called for his almost daily earthquake “Santiago de Puriscal”.
Werner, a creator in the best years, or whatever you may call the old, had often moved into his favorite place on the sidewalk, as was the case after the work was done, as it is done. Werner had met Bico when he with his Suzuki Vitara came to the workshop opened by Werner with a partner.
Word got around quickly, considering the upcoming introduction of the Spanish TÜV’s, a German mechanic with “right tools” offered quality work at affordable prices. But what turned out to be unauthorized in the course of a year and he completely sold the company with loss and knowledge of the misunderstood prophet.
Nevertheless, Werner continued to visit the bar opposite the park to enjoy a few cans from time to time ”Maxi Malta,“ The best malt beer in the world, and with Bico, the funny host a little too silly.
As one evening a figure in ca. Fifty meters away in the glow of lush lighting, the road crossed rather dancing than continuously crossed and entertaining with a young guy, lingering there.
In the movement of the elastic steps, the hip lengths, corrugated, black hair like a flood of feather bushes. The brief, cheeky upper particle was measured so that it put the waist and the ribs into the right light and showed as much bronze skin as possible.
The tight -fitting jeans emphasized the delicate, girlish abdomen no less sexy. A creature from the fairy tale book in flesh and blood.
Werner was enchanted in the face of this, certainly not only his idea of the perfect body, was not able to behave against Bico and enchanted without thinking anything:
“Man Bico, I could still like such a darling.”
Bico said very dryly: “Oh, that’s Cristina, a friend of mine, does not look that way, but is already nineteen.”
And he already called her, screaming “Cristina, quieres venir?”
And the little one was not long in coming, turned the young guy to the young guy to float to Bico on the opposite side of the street.”Que Pasa, mi amor”
In doing so, she threw her head back with a cheeky movement, with the flood of her unambassed hair beer stroking Werner’s arm.
The stand as if rooted, fascinated by her fragrance that she played around like a young dingle bathing in milk and honey. She was still much, much prettier than could be guessed from afar.
Bico then broke the silence with the words “Look Cristina, I would like to introduce you to Werner, is Aleman and lives with his Family close by. Has a lot of time and a great car, if he can drive you somewhere, he likes to do it.”
Werner felt like the advertised special offer of a raffle, did not bring out a word.
Even though he wasn’t shy or even jammed at all. Maybe it was just the proximity of an exotic charisma that was unknown to him so far.
After Bico’s praise on Werner, Cristina moved back a step, turned to him and took him as much as possible. Her gaze was by no means to interpret as sympathetic, Werner had the impression that she was saying at any moment “You old tail face, what do you want from me?”
Although the long, very sexy -looking black hair on the top of her forearms and the fine row of delicate hairs, which downhill, after the open button of their modern jeans, could not be inferred into the area of unexpected possibilities, did not exactly include chastity!
Finally, now or never, on the face of the open waistband, Werner could not resist and stroked the back of the hand over the piece of delicate brown skin under the navel.
She gave way back and her gaze darkened.
Au Waia, hopefully this does not give a tumult, because of the laws here in the country, young girls grapple and so …
That is why Werner quickly distracted, rummaging a few notes out of his pocket, the value of which corresponded to about six euros, but was much more worth here and offered Cristina with the words “Here you have money for a taxi.“She took it, turned and rustled with a wordless towards the center.
Bico said in a warning voice. “You shouldn’t have done that!”
“What, what, why not?”
“Well, now she comes back right away!”
“What, probably not with the police?”
“No no, she goes to buy stones now and later she comes back!”
“Buy stones?” ” at this time?”” Is she sculptor about?”” She has a workshop?”
Bico and some other guests who had noticed that looked at Werner as if they no longer understood the world. But it was he who didn’t have the perspective.
As well as? After all, foreign countries have their peculiarities and customs and to find out, so it takes time to.
And Werner had a lot!
Cristina actually came back after half an hour. She came to Werner purposefully as if she had known him forever and asked if he could drive her wherever. Of course Werner could – and she only needed to ask if he wanted to fuck her ..
Polite how horny, German men are, he opened the door of his jeeps and let the delicate creature get in. When he sits next to her, occasionally the engine and puts on the automatic, he feels like rarely as good in his life.
He had the dolls of his wildest dreams next to him and didn’t know how he happened.
And of course she wanted to know how, where, why he had landed here with the family.
Werner told her that he was traveling with his companion in the world, but suddenly she was no longer suitable due to an unexpected pregnancy, when they stayed in Costa Rica, then her daughter was born and ..
Somehow she also asked if Werner missed something. But she certainly meant in relation to the local living conditions, compared to Germany. No, Werner was very satisfied in this regard, not least the always warm climate here.
Yes, there was something that could not be related to the stay here, but rather in general, emotionally. Werner told her that he missed kissing that his companion does not like to kiss, she can’t do it either and if, then with such tense lips that it is rather gross than erotic.
They were so deepened that Cristina almost forgot her goal.
All suddenly she interpreted Werner that he should turn left, from the already lonely road into an even dark path.
From now on we literally went over hill and stone to a dilapidated hut in the middle of a property full of trash. So that was Christina’s goal? A ruin in the deepest jungle? What does such a mouse have to look for in such a rat hole?
Before Werner could think about the possibility of a robbery on him, it had already happened!
Cristina was targeting him and pulled out one of her most effective weapons.
With a voice fulfilled by Passion, she whispered “mi amor, would you like that I kiss you?”
Before Werner could even think clearly, Cristina also smuggled at him and felt something he had never felt before – and that at the fifty of four.
She floated on his lap like an elf, lightly sucked on his lips and let him feel what he had missed so far.
Was that the much -mentioned seventh heaven or just a small pink cloud in darkest night?
For Werner it was definitely a piece of Eden. He forgot the world around him, had this delicate, exotic skin in his hands, felt her girlish breasts, and Cristina also seemed to enjoy it because she pressed her lap soulingly against his hard thing. Comfortable showers went through his body, her lips made only for him, her tongue, soft and tender … his thoughts overturned, this delicate, warm body completely naked on him, in his hands … lying seat, or better on the back seat?..
Suddenly it knocked on the window.
Werner opened it a little. A thick, dark shape called “Cristina, you come!”
Then everything was over. With the words “See you” she disappeared with the thick in the night jungle.
And now Werner no longer understood the world. What does such a well -groomed, sweet darling with such a nasty, fat guy in the forest at night,
Now Werner had to see how he got the car here in the dark in a confined space and then didn’t go home.
Be tail Itched and tingled, did not want to retire at all and it felt pretty wet in his pants.
So he couldn’t come home. So he stopped in a suitable place to defuse the grenade.
Quickly back the back, pants up and down, like the devil from the box, the stem pressed to light. He is a nice slippery and bone hardy there and with the idea that he is in Cristina, he takes the foreskin Between fingertips and thumb of the left hand and caressing the edge of the glans to enjoy this feeling of lust for as long as possible. But it goes too fast, the imagination is too exciting, it breaks out of it in warm splashes, again and again on his chest, on the shirt, he cramps his hand into his chest muscles, everything wet, totally smeared.
Shit what now? He can’t go with a fully sprayed sperm Come home fragrant shirt!
Tighten off and throw it away is also strange.
Somehow the spots have to go, or … Yes, smearing with oil and dirt from the engine, the hands accordingly. This can happen that you have to repair something in these American carts. This also explains the later coming home!
“Yes, yes, these American sledges, good that you are such an accomplished mechanic and always help you.“Said Werner’s partner in a concerned voice.
“But whether the smear ever goes out of the t shirt?”
Since the birth of your Daughter Two years ago Werner’s partner was no longer a sexual Contact hung up. That was a good thing, because actually she wasn’t physically his guy at all. Also much too old with 36. He could have fuck a rubber doll as well.
But after countless complicated relationships with young things, all of whom had orgasm difficulties, he decided to value more on the inner values.
And then he learned this older girl in skirt café Fuerteventura know, whose charisma immediately harmonized with his reception organs.
A good feeling like you have known each other forever – and sex doesn’t play such a big role anymore.
Werner also said that she bluntly, and that he always had a preference for young, slim girls, but that he would have had enough of the turbulence and that he wanted to tackle in peace and that sex was not sooo important in a harmonious relationship. He believed and has never been so sure. She got on it.
After half a year of harmonious living together, they decided to sell Werner’s house on Fuerteventura to travel the world and look for a new home. Of course it was not out of the question that he had to ram a few times, which really cost him a lot of overcoming.
Actually, he had resigned himself that his sex life was done – actually.
Not that he would have had a desire for sex with young girls, but the opportunity makes love!
Sleeping was out of the question, so a sustained, float -light girls’ body, who can already rob you of sleep and the long -standing tail does not want to calm down, Werner cannot leave his hand from him, so that nobody becomes awake, too beautifulAre the feelings when the foreskin flattered the plump, damp edge of the glans, the thoughts are lost in Cristina.Place carefully on the side and inject it in the left hand, … he could scream with lust – no time to enjoy, quickly in the dark into the bathroom before the broth still runs into bed. –
“Yes, yes, I have to Pipi!”
Werner was now infected with a horny virus that Cristina had instilled with her tongue. So he could hardly wait for the afternoon to drive a little more into the Puriscal five kilometers away today. Maybe Cristina crossed his way from a way … and you could continue where her soft tongue flattered his fondle.
The nest was still extinct and when Werner positioned himself at the sales switch of the corner pub, from where he had most of the central park and the bus stops in view, he suddenly saw the surroundings with different eyes, with seeking, attentive looks like everbefore.
And Bico grinned from the hatch, with the saying “I and Beso Eso en La Pipi”, which means “and a kiss on the pussy”, which had nothing more because it was his favorite saying for every opportunity.
Or he thought something about it? Made his rhyme on the two?
After all, Cristina was his girlfriend, which meant that he seemed to know her well enough?
Werner didn’t know what everyone knew, the entire village, especially the male inhabitants! And why she had the nickname Satanasa = devilin.
So Werner asked, with the appearance of the minor, whether Bico had already sighted her today.
“Nah, you, they don’t rave about, only with the dusk!”” Why rave about?”” Well because they usually go off in the group.”
Werner couldn’t get an rhyme on what was going on here, he also didn’t care, he was crazy about this wonderful creature, which exactly corresponded to his ideas of a perfect body, paired with sensual tenderness. She was the girl of his unfulfilled love dreams? Would he see her again at all? Ever feel her small, naked knackpopo in his hands, gently slide his twitching, glowing glowing into her, his juice deeply injected into her while she was stuck to his tongue?
Maybe too good to be true?
Of course, Werner’s magnificent limb could not hold back and, regardless of the public, developed to his full splendor. Fortunately, the wall was below the hatch, which prevented a direct view of the lust leg. So sensible, sipped Werner his malt beer when he was already torn out of his dreams.
Then they suddenly stood next to him, Cristina, accompanied by a no less erotic creature. The “Hola Mi Amor” sounded after a happy reunion. Her voice alone excited Werner anew. Then she introduced her friend: “Look my dear, that’s Jennifer, if she has to go where, you would drive her too?“But of course, of course, you can’t let such a pretty girl go alone.
It was a little larger than Cristina, also slim, but without these female curves, rather boyish, which also matched the short, brown hair well. But what made her no less desirable. Only her light skin didn’t fit into this climate at all. But the two plump hemispheres under their thin t shirt, which they drove around with a girlish naturalness.
In addition, this baby face that did not make it appear older than fifteen. Although, as Cristina has just become eighteen, she is still waiting for her ID.
Werner’s libido was back at the boiling point, so far he had been quite contaminated and one hand in his pocket, which tried to suppress the excitement, which was also not a bit successful. Certainly the two had noticed that Werner fought with his feelings in the face of their proximity. Cristina’s eyes certainly did not happen by chance.
He would have loved to invite her to his car, looked for a quiet place, she took off naked, cuddled her wonderful bodies, buried his tongue in her little pussies, sucked her wet and then and again and fucked again and again alternately and fucked.
Now Cristina whispered with Jennifer who immediately said goodbye with a breath of “Tschau”. And Cristina turned to Werner with the words: “Vamos, read us into the hotel.”
If Werner had expected everything possible, not with it, and so without any romance. Biko grinned only when Werner gave him to understand that he was just invited to the hotel and that he would stop by later. Of course, he couldn’t help it to call up “i un beso …”
So Werner went with Cristina, also accompanied by a strange feeling, hand in hand in hand.Cristina took over the leadership role again, after all she knew herself here.
He imagined how she looks naked and whether she also cares for her little one nicely and shaved.
After about 250 meters across the center, in an unpaved side street there were some ancient wooden houses built on the slope, probably from the time of the gold fever. Cristina was ahead. A narrow, steep staircase led up into a dark passage, at the end of which there was a rusty lattice door. Cristina pressed the dirty bell button and immediately a hatch opened in a kabuff.
She revealed herself and an ancient man of at least 70 opened the squeaky grille. Cristina changed a few words with the old and after Werner gave him the required 3000 Colón, which corresponded to seven dollars, he handed over an ancient key, two rags that were probably towels in the past, and a piece of soap. In this way, they entered the long walk, which was only dimly illuminated, from which ten numbered doors went out. They reached the third room on the left over the creaking flooring.
A double room with a huge bed with no more white sheets and a small bathroom.
The only light source consisted of a hundred watt light bulb that dangled from the ceiling in the middle of the bed above the bed.
Werner was returned to earth in the course of the strange circumstances and all the wonderful eroticism was gone, no trace of romance. Cristina stood in front of him, with an expression in her gentle, brown eyes as you want to say: “So please, now you can fuck me.”
No, that’s not the case with Werner, but not on command. There was more than a damp plum. Cristina knelt on the bed and stretched his hand towards him, meant to come to her … which of course he did not refuse.
But first of all, darkening this nasty, bright light with a towel. Already she pulled out her top and when these tight little ones jump into his hands, he tastes her and hardened her nipples between his lips, there is suddenly nothing as it was.
When she wanted to open her pants, Werner gave her to understand that he loved to do this himself and she should just lie on her back.
It was a wonderful sight, her half -bare, crackling body, framed to the hips of the abundance of her hair. So he knelt over her closed legs and enjoyed her youth caress.
The more he touched her, the more it crackled. Now it even started to stink, but that was not her, but the old towel over the hot light bulb – away with it, no matter.
Her bronze skin now appeared even more provisional, and what else it will be seen did not need to hide from the light.
Werner was more keen than ever before, it was more emotional to discover this coveted body. With carefully he opened the button of her jeans to finally see where this series of fine black hairs leads, which hopefully did not end in a sea of shaved, damp hair.Werner slowly opened the zipper and Cristina already lifted her pop chicken so that he could pull his pants over his hips. Wow, a small, white cotton string tanga came out that covered a gentle smooth hill, in which a fine slit emerged towards the thighs and the contours of the labia.
Now Werner couldn’t stand it, his hand stroked the hill very gently, felt her lips through the warm fabric, her little one pussy. He didn’t have to master everything in his pants now. But now you get your pants completely and then, then finally see, feel, feel what she is hidden there.
Cristina gave the impression that she was ashamed, she somehow looked like laying.
It was also time that Werner finally took off his wet sweated clothes. To do this, he knelt at the height of her head next to her so that she also sees exactly what she has done, what hard thing she gets to feel right away.
The prengel blew out of her pants and she could not help but a uiiiiiiii in view of the splendor. With her small hand she smeared the swelling liquid on the glans. It was good for him to be touched by her and even more sticky liquid. Werner withdrew him, because otherwise everything would be over very quickly.
He finally wanted to see everything from her beauty. So he knelt over her legs with bobbing penis again and started from the navel downwards to smash the belly with lustful kisses, in his hands the cuffs of the tangas, and the deeper he kissed the tummy the more, the more he pulled over the ribbonYour raised buttocks. Ohhh, how good she tasted, how she smelled, for young girls, freshly bathed and without annoying hair, just a finger -wide, short -groomed strip as decoration.
He had to pinch his sphincter tightly, cramp himself.
That was the price for a wonderful, unique experience, but it was worth it to him. There was finally this wonderful slot in front of him, mostly covered by her thighs. Werner opened her legs, bent her and saw the most beautiful pussy of his life. The darkly surrounded labia opened like the wings of a little butterfly and gave a bright pink höchlein to view.
He heard Bico say “i un beso …”
No, not only a kiss, he sucked tightly and let his tongue drain into her until everything was nice and wet and then, he knelt in front of her lap, touched her pink mucous membranes with his plump glans, led her a little, she led a little into it,leaned over her, kissed her and felt how Cristina was delicately accommodating when it was already stuck out of him unsustainably. Werner had the feeling of spraying his entire juice of life into her to flood her. Comfortable cramps twitched his body, again and again a tremor after the other passed it.
He woke up when Kristina was startled to ask if he was doing well. He has never been better.
It was an orgasm as it should be, incessantly. You could like to risk a lot for that. And although Cristina seemed quite disturbed, although she hadn’t felt much, she was taken with the tenderness of a man, which was probably never experienced before.
Then she went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet wide -legged and let the juice flow into her hand. In doing so, she smiled at Werner that he shaked him again comfortably.
When they were dressed, she said: “You have to go now!”
“Yes but what, why?”” I still have something to do!”
Well, I’m going to Bico maybe you will pass later ..
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