Is Warsaw Fashion
"Continue all you can eat…" I spoke with those men off Hague main road in an off road yellow parked transporter of Elle's Recruits Agency.
"I am Kurva Polish sexual SODRA sect slave." I am an administration Jurate Ruri administrator holding my blue jeans off hiding beneath silver see through undergarments in silver reinforced with a good egg cup bra.
I held my blue jeans, handing one leg. "How about you, my Polish boys?" I was stroking two men on both the left and right sides.
Those men spoke no English. It was Damien News and his uncle Zbigniav.
My black turtleneck sweater on top my white t-shirt holding a yellow gold necklace was once someone else.
I spread legs further to show my heat spot moist moving a free hand over clean shave bikini top seeing in circles soft fingertips moist my juicy details.
If you like free sex read further and I am Jurate Ruri, business administrator. I hold deep pleasure to meet you. I trade love with you like those and it is my story to poison your mind. Off Hague main road in a dirt road sitting yellow transport.
I stroked those men looking past my golden glasses. I liked my lips gently pumping my hearts in their love.
My shoulders wearing Elle's Recruits Agency top logo on my shoulders portrayed I am sick Queens of Netherlands General. I am here to make love.
The strokes became harder and stronger building those muscles up. I made a military operation. The effective unlimited effect of fountains of Jurate Ruri. It was me.
I am a mad woman. You know? They never me expected sexually exploting them. I felt no match for the Estonian Elite Escort Guard, Queen of the Netherlands. Patricia Willingness built to please her King and nation spying on them past sexual orgies blowing a smoke of cannabis to their hearts and minds.
We were in a religious state of sex and gore avoid any form of God.
They waited no longer and it was no game. They took my top off.
The turtleneck sweater. They broke off gold and slid further my armpits to play egg cups. I held it well hidden in silver cups.
It was pleasure and love. They message me to ecstasy below my nipples raising my blood pressure. It was hard cup rubbing.
They did not surrender and took my hand of my love spot massage. It was taking company initiative presenting a good business deal in exchange for human pleasure. It was how it was done in the state of the Netherlands.
We were making an exchange exhausted from work. I please my workers to see them as good henchmen for Rob Dutch overlordship.
They were neo-feudalism slavery and racism vassals. I only encouraged good behaviour in my staff transport and did disrespect a true Congolese man.
It was my story to see them drip on my knees and on my lips. Their hot and hard work built cream.
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I had no care in my mind travelling to our destination to see two gorgeous women. They were my friends and I hoped for a good night's sleep with them.
I never knew they were holding a vendetta for abduction and rape for sick Queen of Netherlands. This must have been their skeleton in a closet.
The sad story was for me and Cuban Pete to join forces and fight. It was the right course.
We were waiting for Nina Kalashnikov and her built team to arrive in a cavalry style back up under the pier.
I have not yet met Marc Polo, Tim and Ren but they did sound well.
Cuban Pete smoking his cigars in his dancing shoes hoping. I did the right homework for the right coursework and we arranged those dates.
It was not my fault and I did nothing wrong this government was wrong to exploit Polish Kurva sexual SODRA sect to rule.
I made a video earlier of Rob Dutch stroking his dick in the Utrecht warehouse toilet. The video was available for Cuban Pete to see him stroking when he was puffing his cigar.
"God it is discussing. This Polish sick psycho ruined my taste and day. I hope those hot Japanese women will be great. "
"It is Rob Dutch our manager. He is half Dutch half Polish. I focked his wife in Poland on holidays together. I did her in his yellow transporter too, filing a white cream for his morning coffee."
"I hope you did her right."
"Het name us Justina Valentine and I love her."
"I had great fun once. Lithuanian loser wife Belinda on my couch watching the Utrecht team playing me to victory. She was from the Philippines and she disappeared."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Brad. I don't love her but I hope she comes back."
"Yes You look like you need a good fock, Cuban Pete." I can see him scratch his balls and wait for the Japanese double date.
We stood there without knowing we were men on a mission to save the world.
Without knowing we stood there overseeing the pier and waves flowing off the sea breeze blowing us, our faces our hair sides waving us overseeing the sun.
It was about time for our dates. The unfair plans were to be broken for us to set us free.
It was the wind of change to justice. We had to destroy sick Queen of Netherlands, Patricia Willingness, and her Kurva Polish sexual SODRA sect.
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I was planning to open in my lordship land a cannabis plantation secret tents providing sexual services in my love motel.
The brothel had to be built off sexual sex victims and love made slaves imported in human trafficking from Netherlands.
I hoped my Scout Manager Laura Turner had a great business talk with Patricia Willingness.
Her sick Kingdom of Tulips sexual taste were a great fit for my business.
I made a name of my love motel to be Watermelon Inn.
It was a refreshing countryside building with plenty of parking space allowing our customers to easily reach us.
I did not care I left Thailand nor I left my lover Ban Toya in Bangkok prison. I arranged him with cocaine. I set him up myself.
I only cared about advancing my career goals in the business I loved so much. It was something I was good at.
I had no plan for this loser. It was only using him I could enjoy and marry Georgian Bull to the moment a Spanish nurse grabbed him by his balls. I can have him any time back.
It was a game and no war was at play. It was the theater of love. I never cared for life.
Waiting for a few gardeners from Warsaw. They were those mechanics cousins I had sex with behind Ban Toya kicked them in urine poodle on the floor all drunk the previous night.
It was great pleasure I made contacts through sex. It was a great pleasure. I hired henchmen to do my job growing an illegal farm of smoke I sell to my customers enjoying my love house in my lordship of England.
"I hope those two love strokes will not be late to the flight to London. I did enjoy a little pinch with the family behind the curtains of Ban Toya. I loved the adrenaline in his eyes pumping me on the tip of his top not knowing the arousal setting up."