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His little home away from home was located just a few side streets off of one of the main tourist drags which he soon found himself ambling down. It was interesting, he thought, as he walked at a leisurely pace not really going anywhere in particular, how he'd seemingly caught the city in the changing of the guards. The sunbathers were giving way to the nightlife, the setting sun casting rays of golden orange and burning red over the hills to his west to light up the gentle rolling crests of the waves to his east which he glanced on occasion through gaps in the buildings. Stopping only for a bite to eat, some sort of crisp, deep-fried pastry served hot and stuffed with a savoury chicken filling, he quite enjoyed his docile exploration, taking in the sights and sounds of this new country, full of opportunities to explore. He had to admit, virtually every woman he saw was drop dead gorgeous, but he felt like he'd already climbed that mountain and found the perfection that was the Brazillian goddess Izabel perched at its peak. He wondered if love at first glance was a real thing, or maybe he was just young and horny. As much as he wanted to spend his entire evening traversing the streets his journey had left him more BDSM tired and he figured a good nights sleep would do him a world of good, inciting in him the urge to unpack and start exploring for real in the morning. Despite his tiredness instead of just retracing his steps back, he returned via new streets, using his own stellar sense of direction to navigate his way through the sometimes maze-like layout of the city. Eventually, he found himself at the top of his own street, which he recognised looking down from the unique building fronts. He took a couple of short steps down before pausing and looking around, a single thought poking its way through his mind. Nestled between a couple of quaint mid-range restaurants sat the bar, or boteco, as Izabel had called it, tables outside busy, but not entirely full, a mix of locals and tourists chatting the evening away. He thought about going in for a drink to round off the evening but thought better of it, there'd be time for that soon enough. "Oh, hey Charlie." A familiar voice came from just behind him and Charlie had to restrain the urge to jump, this far from home and travelling alone he hadn't expected any sort of recognition, though as his mind caught up with his surprise, he realised it could only have meant one thing. "Uh, hey Izabel." He replied a little lamely before glancing around, noting a distinct lack of others with her, "Here for a drink?" "Yeah, you?" He nodded, he might not have been but if she was here for one, he was too. She couldn't help but smile a little, "I guess you get to have that drink with me after all." Her smile was infectious and he caught it in an instant, feeling any tiredness he had felt melt away at the prospect of a drink with this Izabel, "Sounds good, do you uh, want to grab a table if I get the drinks?" "Skol," she answered, then as she observed his confused expression, "I'll have a Skol to drink, please. Beer." "Oh, sure." Charlie nodded before vanishing inside as Izabel sat herself down at a table just as a couple were getting up to leave, securing them a coveted outside space. He emerged a couple of minutes later with two bottles of a Skol which, Izabel observed, fetish shared a few similarities with the Brunette cute white boy carrying them. Light, bubbly and covered in beads of water. "Thanks, adjusting well to the heat?" She asked as he sat himself down opposite her, placing her beer before her and keeping a hold of his own, likely relishing in its icy coolness against his skin. "First days always a little tough." He admitted with that bright smile of his. He was pretty damn attractive she had to admit to herself, certainly her Big Boobs type and ticking a most of her own unexplored kinks, though it took more than that now for her to show an interest. She'd learned her lesson there a few too many times in the past by jumping the gun. A small silence grew between them as she eyed him, hand on her own beer bottle as he took a long sip from his. “We don’t know,” says Red Duchess in a placatory tone. Jenna shook her head and looked down. Laura bucked against Erica's pussy until she herself came a second time, and then finally pulled out. The blood coursing through Darlene's veins, roaring in her ears, and the short, sharp sounds of her huffing breaths allowed Boy George to go undetected until his head brushed the underside of her thigh. After adjusting to the feeling and angle he began to speed up, his erection angled downwards both putting pressure on her g-spot but also curving upwards, the flare of his swollen helmet raking the rear wall of her vagina. The young man dithered for a few minutes until she losing her patience again shouted, “Answer me now, and immediately whenever I ask you a question. "I was so hoping that you suffered no ill effects from your high-speed landing. My ego surging in delight, I sucked on her clit, my nose pressing into her labia. I was able to slide in four, the fifth one needed a little harder push. She tried to open her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything. Fucktwat, you can start. Around me, my Big Boobs other women moaned and gasped. “Oh, what are you thinking, you dirty futa-president?” There was no way I was going to swallow it like he demanded . I felt a shudder run BDSM up the length of his cock and pulled back. Might even enjoy yours later.” Michelle felt her face and neck redden as she started to get fetish wet at the thought of Julie between her thighs. my parents would Brunette kill me," she said. She begins to stroke me. I'm—”