Breaking the Plates
Lord Bilotaitiene and Martin Marciuzawa loney park fun. It was a great experience. He had a large Lithuanian water pistol in my mouth pouring love juices out my mouth like spraying water out the tap.
I could not breathe like the United States of America interrogating a disappeared Pakistani prisoner from the airport in London.
I had him examine me straight after our President from the Republic of Lithuania, enjoying me on the fishing trip planning our election campaign for his oval office.
"You cheap Dutch slut. I do not care if you are from the Hague Royal Palace and were educated to be a prostitute by a Thai whore."
"Ja is yes I am Dutch slicht a dutch slut in your bed. I love it so much my mind has gone mad with a faithful heart orgasm shot in my chest."
I made my last words heard before he pulled out my rubber lasted sexual desires lingerie to show him I kept my bush.
He slides lover to his hotel sofa to bite on my bush like a hungry wolf feeding on the animal.
Then a dark hair legend stands up to ram up in my Royal hole to show his Lithuanian might as long as his knee.
"I am Martin Marciuzawa and I am happy to have you on Renato Olympo couch to show you London neo feudal of fascist powers."
"You do not hurt me my dear eastern European scum. I heard you are a cheap thief who stole my two hundred euros lingerie bottoms."
"We will talk about that later you Dutch sluuuut." He slaps my face to show he likes violent encounters.
It was my first time Eastern European hit me with a passion of love on my cheek. It nearly gave me a black eye. I cried.
It reminded me of Henrik Bjorn Skane Forestry Lumberjack's love tale from Sweden to Thailand.
The porn tape we were watching on TV to let his Indian neighbours think his landlord Renato Olympo was watching a porn tape.
"It was a sweet term they called me a slut in England."
Our bed was squeezing the hinges he took my back, pressing my waist and he locked my neck but I pressed my toes in his butt hole for him to exhale for him to see his white whip pour out my butt hole.
"It was a sweet term in the summer of love. I am a Dutch slut from the Netherlands Royal Family."
My mind played our true Japanese adventure in traditional mountains of Thailand northern style.
It was a style when you fit an element of surprise in the man's but before he finishes his rounds with me.
The TV played on.
"When writing the Office Tools edition to finish Secret Plan Inn to start the Eric Bjorg saga."
The BBCC TV documentary made it clear for us to be wrapped over in the wool blanket. I made a television power button to swap to a news channel to hear the news with my head laid to his shoulder.
I was leaning on the soviet shoulder. I could not care. I am from the Kingdom of the Netherlands Royal Family to see a Popi Dregna Zalupa visit to see His Majesty Andrew Sex.
"You are such a dutch slicht soundtrack teaching me a foreign language when I am butt slaying you in the slide grid. You better wear your underwear well or you will have skid marks."
"I love your violent Dutch way I lick your lips up." I punch him in the stomach and pull his eyes closer to mine.
"You better have it licked clean."
Him coughing on his saliva Karla made his last words. "You do not have anything like that in England."
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Popi Dregna Zalupa and love tale advocating Cardinal Dreghorn Fockawell Church in the Republic of Lithuania Rainbow flag ordin.
They refused divine beings and the true Popi Dregna Zalupa announced Jacob Witness belief in the Church of Lithuania.
I wrote a dear letter to my father in Huggie Palace letting him know the tales of my travels.
Their true Ministry of Rainbow in their Sicht Parliament building lobbied by their 46th President Drantakis Penguin Intimissimo and a 45th President Grazi Ina.
The Hollier Father of Italy from the Republic of Lithuania Dregna Zalupa and the Pink Cardinal Dreghorn Fockawell were elected to heal all of our holes.
They became leaders of our faith in Italy.
But Cardinal Gustapo from the Ministry of Sweden was watching their porn tapes with pensioners in elderly house precaution cameras to learn and find what the silver cross did in its Holier Office.
He later sent me a copy of what he watched and believed to be an order orgy.
When BBCC made it clear my white nails were digging in Karla's hairy chest.
"The Grand Church of Italy found a silver cross sticking out of Hollier Father's eyeball for the Pink Cardinal holding its piece below the waist."
We heard shocking news that appeared in a London building on his blessed visit to see His Majesty Andrew Sex.
The Hard News presenter made an announcement when my left hand started to stroke under the blanket as Martin Marciuzawa focused his gaze on the screen.
His hand pours beer in his mouth. "You fock like a real dutch slut."
I made my mind clear I help my sex education teacher from Oxfordshire 5* Love Motel Inn to write industrial scripts.
It was two scenes of two acts of adult filmmaking: the filmmaker Vivi Ra and Diana Litouwen were hoping to have their porn tapes for a silver obelisk awards in Tallinn.
Our President Dratankis Penguin Intimissimo sold them out of trouble! He decided to go on a boat trip with me to negotiate their funding with Grazi Ina.
Their main stage actors were Renato Olympo, Karla and Martin Marciuzawa brothers plus elderly home presenting true acts of non-consensual sexual slavery.
I slept with them to check if they fit for the job and why they were funded.
But I will tell you about it in another story.
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Grazi Ina had her signature blue wool coat on. It cascaded over her shoulders and made her somewhat ethereal. Her heels against the tiles echoed throughout the reception as she walked straight towards me. Behind her were two ladies all in quite a similar outfit, they would have easily passed off as her posse but I knew better.
"Pan."
"Madam Grazi." I greeted with the fakest smile. She looked uninterested and never caught on to my silent defiance. I guided her towards the room which was reserved for her. She follows me closely and signals to her guards to stand back. They nod in response and move away, leaving only the women.
"How was your day madam president?"
I question trying out small talks. Instead she pulls out a vape from her purse and takes a long drag. She shut her eyes and threw her head back as if waiting for the effect to kick in.
"Horrible."
She responds before continuing our walk. We stop at the elevator and I pick the last floor. There the luxury room was located and it was fitting for Grazi. It took beyond offering good services to have the president visit your establishment. I had buried myself deep within the underground channels and created a connection.
"I'm sorry about that." I tell her sincerely. She doesn't acknowledge but instead steps into the elevator with the ladies following behind. I watch the door shut and wait for it to take us to our destination. Then I felt a hot breath behind my ears, I felt my heart race from the contact.
"You smell nice." Grazi whispered just before the elevator dinged. I turn around and smile politely at her, trying to calm myself. Grazi had an air of dominance that even made the most feared men tuck their tails and run. I couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind.
She takes the lead this time with me falling right behind.
Grazi had frequented the motel long enough to know which room was designated for her. We stop at the door and I pull out the room key card and place it on the door. Turning the knob she struts into the room and sits comfortably on the bed. The other two take her opposite sides immediately, tossing their heels to the side.
"I'll leave no.." my words are interrupted by a female walking into the room. She had a femme fatale air about her that made me almost recoil in fear. I watch her take lazy steps towards the president and I expected her minions to do something but they all sat still.
"Please who are you?" I ask politely with a smile, while dialing the security within the premise. I didn't want to ruin the long standing relationship I had with Grazi, she was necessary for the motel's growth.
"The president knows." She says confidently, I place myself directly opposite her. The strange but familiar lady was a few metres from Grazi. I turn to her expecting a denial of some sort from her but she only stares at the visitor. From their exchange I could tell they knew each other.