1. Fat Paulo's captive Lana in Paradise I


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: imornery81, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    boat had told me if I wanted privacy not to stay in one of their shelters but if I wanted something they offered….. Some of the things he said now clicked. I found the hut, which was really not much more than two large trees with a hammock strung between them and some thatch walls around it with no problem. It had mosquito netting so I decided to stay there and explore the next day. That night I collected crab on the beach and had a fresh meal before drinking a large part of what I had purchased earlier in the day. Just as the sun was casting its rays into the morning sky I carried a few large branches down onto the beach, lashed them together and spread a blanket over the top to provide some shade as I decided to spend the day just watching the waves crash and the sun travel up into the sky and back down. I did not even hear her. I was reclining back against my pack and suddenly she was there. She had on a beige canvas hat with a huge brim to block the worst of the sun, and a pair of sandals. She wore nothing else. She squatted down just outside the shade of my shelter with only her feet touching the white sands. She wrapped her skinny arms around her folded legs and stared out across the wave beyond the horizon. “Do you make a habit of sneaking up on people who stay here?” I asked in a joking manner. She seemed not to hear. So I decided I might as well look at her. She was older than I had initially thought in the shadows of the Cantina. She was in her early 20’s if I had ...
    to guess. But she was tiny. No taller than five feet tall, slim, almost not breasts, and a round ass that looked incredible with her legs pulled up against her the way they were. “You probably don’t even speak English.” Again there was no response. So I guess I will call you Jeannie. You just appeared out of a bottle on this island and are here to grant wishes.” I laughed at my own joke and then looked back out at the sea. “My name in Lana. It is short for Svetlana. I speak seven languages. I grew up in the Ukraine. Or it was the Ukraine. Now, I don’t know what it is. My f****y is dead. Friends tell me not to come back. They say I will also be killed. No nation wanted me. Fats took me in when I fled the cruise liner. They were going to send me back when we made port in Miami. They said I had to go back because my Visa was going to expire. So I chose here. I sat there stunned. I do not remember what I thought had brought a blonde haired blue eyed petite beauty into a tropical paradise, but I had not anticipated this. I had certainly not expected her to be educated!!! “I’m sorry.” I finally muttered to fill the stillness. “Don’t be. I chose my life. I have had struggles. I have overcome them before. I will survive this too.” She did not look at me, but I was certainly looking at her. She was hypnotically beautiful with her long hair tied back and her sharp features softened by the alabaster skin. She did not look sad, but there was no mistaking her countenance for happy either. ...
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