I am Warinya Waree and exclusively disclose to you in this love drama chapter I am writing from my memoirs and Venessa Sampolski well researched analysis articles for Volkspark Journal magazine news about entertainment and lifestyle.
I met her in Amsterdam Pride from Thailand Sakhon Nakhon. She was a fresh blond lesbian from Poland Krakow.
When I added literature "subcultuur" research analysis soundtrack to write I enjoyed listening a pornography systematic sounds of me and my customers I had in Oxfordshire five star Love Motel Inn.
Our every customer I had to learn their way of culture to have sex and their personal subliminal ways wished.
One licked whip and humour. One had my electronic music sound gasping. The others licked uncontrolled expressions of talking while kissing my wet lips.
Now I write how the crown princess of the Netherlands spreads her legs for the German fiance and US State Secretary with US President swipes her ass with an American express to smile and take photographs of each but cheek. The Republic of Lithuania Dr Drantakis Penguin Intimissimo makes a photograph smoking his pink pipe of crack. The Spanish loose mother and Queen of Netherlands Patricia Willingness invested well in her daughters sex education of my Warinya and Waree 5 star Oxfordshire Toto Love Motel Inn hotelier corporation.
I mixed in my thoughts to this surprise chapter of our book of hope from autobiography to fiction.
Renato Olympo had a passionate kiss from his wife who is a hairdresser and gave a passionate two blow jobs to her last two Italians. "I am finally home my love."
His wife told me laughing when we met for a morning coffee because we both knew he was buying me.
It was yesterday's public relations meeting when the news breakout from the Kingdom of Netherlands in a Wednesday marketing meeting to sell European Union poor laws out of trouble and cause a second shock to the European Central Bank for the Kingdom of Netherlands to repay.
I read news headlines to see if I could myself learn from psychoanalysis but I could not profile characters without my Polish girlfriend.
The lesbian sex was the great after all the men and politicians we hosted in our love convention.
King of Netherlands dreamscape was his three princesses will learn to sell their underwear rather kill him sexless and their stepfather Germano will have sex with them including their mother because after the funeral they could not stay long with less sex in public.
He told me one morning in bed when he visited sex case Charles Tavern. He found me drinking there.
But we could never believe Amsterdam's legendary football club fans from Enschede placed their most beautiful girlfriends from the region of Twente on game debt to the French football club.
I felt excited and adventurous to read the Volkspark Journal research notes from Venessa Sampolski. We both rolled our feet in King Size bed and were contemplating research papers to write my novel.
"They lost and every Twente region football club fan's girlfriend must go to French brothels to sell their underwear." When I heard that, I closed my lips.
"No foocking it was awesome. What a brave young boyfriends they have working in the offices." Venessa pecks her red lifted lips and smiles with a straight dotted eye in her look.
"I am not really sure." Her mind was investigating the material while her lips moved sideways kissing our ideas airways.
"It is what for a Dutch woman capable of selling their underwear like their Queen from Spain taught them." I told her.
"They sold them." Venessa flaps her wrist at me.
"They have sex." I slap her to have sex.
"They tried to stop it but it was impossible." Her wrist slaps me like an old man pulls his balls and we both start to laugh.
"They asked themselves why we had to lose our football match in the Netherlands." We both smiled to start to kiss but Miss Sampolski, wishing to have a rough sex journey and be a dominant woman, makes her climb on top with a Dutch Cheetah pattern silk skirt and white top.
Her hand squeezed my jaw, her eyes not changing the gaze army eyes I knew I will have sex now.
"You take rock or scissors to start."
"There is no hard place between the rock." We both start to laugh. Our hands pull off our skirts to have a distraction before we complete our studies.
"Let's rock." Our lips both spoke the same when Miss Venessa Sampolski placed a Polish rock band. I force her with my tongue in her mouth to start kissing.
"You should not be brave like a boy." Her predator claws explain who is sadist versus mossachist.
Her hand closes to my crotch. We both kneel and we both find it difficult to start.
"Aaaaahhhhh…." I start to moan. Her hand continues speaking with me when I am reaching euphoria and ecstasy my black hair moist, the joy aphrodisiac it starts to shine from our love hormones.
But she continues hard and my eyes close to reach for climax. "You remember we smoked a good Polish California weed from the Lublin greenhouse."
"Aahhhh…yes." I find my mind way back.
Her finger finally split my apple to juice like no other man can harden it. "I'll let you smoke some if we share your lips to smoke my love juice."
I lick my lips. It was crazy.
"I am still thinking they sold their girlfriends." We both start to laugh but I quickly like a kitty jump to my prey to show I am panther.
My hair could not be cuter. I start to mix our smells. Her hand made my hair silk moist.
"These girlfriends should take say good bye to their boyfriend's like we do our evening news article research." I lick my sweet thick slice of tongue over her pink lips to pick up our moisture to kiss and smoke Polish Cali weed.
She loved my oiled lips with her lines of saliva extending like our love spaghetti we did share in restaurants and cafes.
We loved a good cook and food. We occasionally cooked at home.
It was my hone. The appetite we had but not the Dutch chicken heads like synchronised robots spelling everything at once we could not speak Dutch lesbian language.
We knew Netherlands Dutch lost their girlfriends like losers offering to sell theirs like beggers they had nothing.
When all finished and done our both sweet lips spoke:
"We are at least not pedagogy sluuts from the Republic of Lithuania chemical castration." The both sweet lips laughed.