My dream was to ride in the luring and charming underwear a black bull. You have a coin in front of a large men's crowd in a bar called ugly coyotes but I opened my own love motel.
The sex was great and sex sells well.
My memories of Renato Olympo balls.
The leaking love juice of his like breast implants tattooed in shark sharp eyes and teeth.
His ball helmet in pierced bulls nose gold earring. I love it. I love it so much.
Here I was standing seeing in Ban Toya's eyes wearing Renato Olympo wife's silk kimono dressing gown. It was all pink in Japanese cherry tree print.
It felt good.
"Bljat, what the fock are you doing here?"
"I am seeing him." My eyes moved backwards.
"I thought I focked you good in Bangkok and left you there."
"I am not finished." I take it one step further.
"You bljat look good like a possy wagon." He accidentally bends a crowbar in the wrong way.
It snaps.
"Bljat I just broke a Putin's Gas pipe."
"Impossible."
"You bljat go back to focking. I deal with this emergency."
I walked back to see Renato Olympo in the Marciuzawa brothers bedroom and let the gown slide. "You would like to have it done again."
He stands up and his bull piercing is pulsing and throbbing again.
The man in his fifties had such stamina. His gestapo eyes were looking at me.
"It is about time for us to go to sleep." It excited me further knowing my loser boyfriend was in the bathroom hoping to fix his gas leak. I was manhandled by his friend and landlord.
I rode him looking in the doors hoping he would walk in and see us excitedly reaching my climax.
He never did show up. I think he fixed the leak and took a break walking to the convenience store to buy British apple cider and take the day off drinking and watching the national Latvian football team play on TV.
He broke the bad habit.
I rubbed his back and manhandled him and enjoyed my ride on top of him. Letting him suck on my firm breasts.
My bottom contracting apart, us sweating together. My head tilting and taking control back looking him in the eyes.
His muscular hands aiding my back firmly. My long loose hair was wet, not only the juice of my love mixing with his spandex lubricant.
The bittersweet we moist of us in one we shared the one heartbeat when my loyal customer advised and arranged by me enjoyed a threesome love affair with his wife.
It kept me busy with her stallion.
"Ruk Kun Krap." I said in my native Sai language of Thailand Kingdom my eyes blinked. I turned around and I was watching him. He was observing my naked butt.
He was looking at how I was fitting my white underwear on. I blinked once I lifted on.
I turned around one last time for him to see my breasts. "I would work with him any time."
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Diana Litouwen joined Egle Grybauskaite, Vivi Ra, Laura Turner, Ren Wildflower and me with others to further our love quest. Our Madam Varke.
It was me. The Sin Sod Queen in Oxfordshire Sin Sod Motel.
It was the love story Inn to share with my girlfriends. How we enjoyed our business customers.
Diana Litouwen and Egle Grybauskaite were two new recruits we trained and educated in our love academy to become a profit margins
The sex sells.
"You like sex? I will arrange it for you. I told Ban Toya walking down stairs looking him in the eyes and fingernail brushing across pink Renato Olympo wife's kimono gown. My legs move in motion letting him know I have something in between. I am heading to him in the bathroom to have a wash."
"What did he say next?" Diana sat back and asked.
"He burst this Putin's Gas pipe. The loser after those many years never learned and is not cute at all. He never learned I used him and betrayed him for a fake criminal case with a bag of cocaine. I rode him free until I made money from this geek of Georgia. His father was a great narcotics cartel baron. He was a great fock. We enjoyed public transport but I think he left me for a Spanish nurse."
"You have a great experience to be our teacher."
"Welcome to Warinya and Waree corporation of Sin Sod Love Motel Inn network. We and Laura Turner, now your coordinator and manager, have planning permission to build our motels of a home chain network from Hertfordshire to Wales."
"Yes it sounds great but I am excited to hear further how it ended with Ban Toya in one of your customers' homes?"
"Him standing holding a construction bar looking at me. This is Blajt you? His blue overalls are covered in dirt, one strap open to show his built chest."
"I think you girls learned a lesson from our Thai teacher never to fall in love." Laura Turner breaks and ends sentences in full stop to my new love management trainees.
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It was days apart Mrs Olympo masturbates watching her husband Renato Olympo masturbating.
Them watching how the Marciuszawa brothers are making sandwiches with me.
It was the love sandwich.
Karolis Marciuzawa filled my mouth with a long water hose to see Martin filling me in missionary kneeling.
It was a great experience for four paid customers. I earned by the hour.
"Yes I enjoy it, keep on going boys you get what you paid for." I lick and wet my lips.
They were sitting on Marciuzawa leather white and black seats watching me enjoying their family day.
"I am Toto Love Motel Inn Manager and founder of the love business."
I left my business card in case they would need help again for relationship counselling and therapy.
I did visit my loved patients. It was my business and teached my kindness.
^.^
"Bljat brothers, she was a great biatch."
"Huh, I killed after prison. She was cheating on you."
"Bljat, you did not tell me about her."
"Toya, you were in prison." I can see brother Bazuka pouring a proper Latvian beer in our lounge when we finish a week of building London Infrastructure.
"Let's better talk about the construction project we have." We sat on black sofa. Last week I did enjoy my wife buying from Olympo repaying his debt.
My temptation returns and her temptation to seek love in a silk kimono I see her walking down the stairs to the bathroom I was renovating.
"Bljat let's toast to this. Our Rig power construction business and our projects objective." Igurs pulls more beers out the fridge and joins on black sofa. I told her to keep clean.
"How are your wives?"
"The Klaipeda biatch is fine but she speaks Lithuanian on the phone all the time."
"How is yours Bazuka?" Igurs opens the bottle necks passing everyone asking tonight's question.
"Bljat my Dublin biatch is fine. I love her good."
"My Renato Olympo biatch bljat is fine. I paid good for her because he helped me a lot and we dealt with this conflict sexual group in Thailand hoping to sell her."
"I heard in the bathroom you met your last biatch."
"Yes bljat brother. I was renovating the Olympo bathroom. She was focking him. Igurs."
"Bljat you keep her mouth shut or she will be like a daughter, like a father. Toya."
"Yes I shut her mouth tonight after she brings good lingerie from Oxford Street shopping."
"Yes bljat brothers construction work pays well!" Igno Bazuka screams his lungs out and offers his bottle neck to cheer the long bank holiday weekend.
"Bljat to that." We hit our bottlenecks in one and pour our proper Latvian beers in we can only find in Polish shops.
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It was not long Renato Olympo sex idol returned from her shopping. I was naked in my bedroom, others were playing music and continued toasting proper Latvian beers until we won our qualifiers to European football games.
"Bljat you play my balls tonight Mrs Olympo." Her eyes are watching my Latvian family jewellery before her eyes I smile.
She suddenly runs to a bathroom with her shopping bags. "I can hear say shit to herself."
I relax on our double bed waiting for her to suck it up.
She walks in wearing her blond dive hair, her robust hips in white flower petal cut lingerie.
Her knees walk on the bed smelling me and inspects my faith.
"Bljat you suck it or what?"
"Yes, my proper Latvian stud." I am her stallion.
Her mouth picks up my long love hose to pull the blood up and works her lips chewing the loath of meat on. The saliva of delicious romantic dinner in her mouth.
The Toya rare beef. I knew it was justice after those long years.
I had love and it was great.
We had great success and family.
"Blajt it is fantastic."