As we walk up n down da beach u see a dude selling coconuts. as hardly any customers he cracked one for himself and drinks the milk. the sheer sight o...f the milk running down the cheeks reminds u of something else. u quickly turn around and walk me back towards the lodge. at the point where the beach hits the luscious vegetation we lie down on the beach towel we brought. it is not long before our swimwear is somewhere in the sand around us. i sit on my knees beside you. my fingers softly. " "Yes, it's okay" I answered her, and rolled my hips as a sign to go deeper. She went deeper. It was a slow and controlled dive into my ass, which opened up and welcomed her into me. Every inch of her cock felt like nothing short of a mile, but her rod, both soft and hard, drove steadily into me, until the front of her hips touched the back of my thighs. She wiggled slightly once she was all the way in, and I felt the scratchy softness of her pubic hair against my ass cheeks, and heard the. My blue-grey eyes, pale smooth skin, jawline and cheekbones all point to my Nordic ancestors. Whilst my hips and ass are boyishly slim, my breasts have grown over the last year and I now take a C-cup bra in most of the teen lingerie ranges. Although I have only just turned sixteen, due to my height and my developing figure I am regularly taken to be a couple of years older than this – and perhaps because of that, I always try to carry and conduct myself like a young woman and not a giggly. She became known as Marisol Hari the Mistress of all Spies. Of course, that was not her real name. Her real name is obscure because her mother chose not to name her father, a man who was reputed to be a black marketer of despicable character.When she was but 18 years old, she found employment in a cabaret in the midst of the charming but dangerously teeming Constantinople beginning as a simple "table" girl attending to cocks under the table as was the custom. Her avocation kept her decidedly.