Retro Gold Collection

"Sicinskis Angelholm had no sex to enjoy with Grazina Ilmoniene but her daughter and love motel star Kornelija Ilmoniene had all the underwear for the job." My new trainee in love seeking reached my attention in my love motel. It was her words. My beloved Kornelija Ilmoniene.

It was time I started to train her how to earn wedding money by getting married to herself. 

"Kornelija Ilmoniene. I know your mother told you to leave home but tonight you will experience a real man. Dr Sicinskis will attend to examine your good heart." I licked my lips. 

It was my secret love agency professional and women talent spy from Angelholm, Sweden. He said once the King of Sweden has no such power the Queen feels love like he does. 

It was a man from Angelholm. I learned he did a lot of hard work in his father's greenhouse before he graduated to be Biochemistry Engineer Doctorate from Middlesbrough University Hospital. 

"Here you have another strawberry Sicinskis." I spoke to him before he started teaching Kornelija Ilmoniene. 

"I knew a good mother I enjoyed after school. I visited her son. We were classmates." I paid attention with my eyes listening, passing him one more strawberry.

"Her name was Sonata Jukovsaite. The husband left early and we took advantage of her befriending her son. Her passion for boys and a strong wish to have a son as much as she hated her husband. The opportunity for us was to study her naked body spread open on a kitchen floor each taking turns while one kept her son busy in a living room with a game console preparing us cold drinks in a hot steaming summer holiday." 

I took one more strawberry in my mouth and dropped my jaw. The black silk underwear was only to keep him hot for him to start teaching my new apprentice. 

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I remember the old times sex I had in the fishing boat my vagina was leaking wet like a butterfly cocoon opening leaking juices to new life. I was out in the Norwegian fishing boat. 

It was my memoirs of summer before I grew a real woman to join Laura Turner joy agency and modelling company.

I was young and cycled in my sports shorts near the lake in North of Norway. The prostitution was forbidden in the year of 2019 but I left for England to earn better pay and hope from the Republic of Lithuania. 

I am Agne Angelholm no sex. This is my memory story. 

He layed my hot pants back on a silver speed bike by the lake. One man with a fishing rope was pumping me back in his strength of a man.

The real stallion took me out for fishing and waited on his fish waiting and waiting spread open my legs pumping the steel boat in the water causing waves in the splashing water.

He was catching a predator fish far away from the fishermen. 

I will tell you later about it. 

We remember the days of the sick Queen of the Netherlands Kingdom. The mind brought back to the godless and sexual joys of the Netherlands. 

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I stopped his movements and took over from where he stopped. Pulling the pair of trousers slowly to the floor. He was putting on briefs and I dropped it down as well. I was faced with a firm erection. His eyes were clouded with desire and anticipation. I massage his arousal with my palms, rubbing hard against it. His breathing hitched as I increased my pace. I could tell he was about reading and then I stopped. 

Footsteps could be heard outside and I noticed he felt uncomfortable. I bit lightly on his cap making him groan in response. His arousal twitched in my mouth and I sucked harder. He pulls me back by dragging my hair, it hurts a lot, but I don't complain. I listen for a few seconds and find we are alone again. He exhales and stares at me while I wear an innocent smile.

"Feisty," he comments. Gintautas must have figured out what I did. I lick his shaft right before covering it with my mouth. Glad I had no gag reflex, I went up and down his length with him pushing me against his hard-on. Then he released it in my mouth and dropped it on the toilet seat. I leave him in the stall and head to pour out his semen in the sink. Turning on the tap, I take a handful of water to raise my mouth. I look in the mirror and find my hair a mess. He had a good grip, and I knew my scalp would hurt later.

"A small price to pay," I say to myself. Using my fingers, I try to detangle the mess and make it somewhat presentable. Then Gintautas came out of the stall and walked up to me. He placed a kiss on my lips and pulled me towards the exit.

"How about that burger now to replenish the energy we just expelled." I nod in response, suddenly feeling hungry. The image of Renato sifts through my mind, and I find myself smiling—the early morning between the sheets and our time together. I forced a frown, reminding myself not to lose focus. 

"Sure," I responded, which made him smile. 

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I was finally free of Gintautas, it felt refreshing to have time for myself. He had been persistent the whole day and even suggested booking a room at the motel. I couldn't take up that offer and quickly declined it. My body was battered and another go was definitely detrimental to me. I had to put myself first at this point. 

While in the bathroom he had stolen a deep kiss from me. I was thrown completely off guard, yet all I could do was watch him. He pulled my chin up and looked directly in my eyes. I felt uncomfortable under his stare, it was intense and I could sense something dangerous.

Was he in love with me..I found myself thinking. 

He doesn't say anything but instead guides me out of the bathroom. There was silence between us and I welcomed it. I took it as an opportunity to decipher the situation at hand. Gintautas was a variable that could put a dent to my plans. He had a huge grin the whole time and I almost felt guilty for my thoughts. I blanked my mind and decided to live in the moment, there was always later for plotting. Gintautas must have noticed the heavy silence because he began filling it with his words.

Juicy details spilled and he spoke. It brought clarity to the few information I was privy too. He was unloading his burden on me and all I did was listen. I goaded him to continue which he fell for and continued. 

"I'm a virgin." He blurts midway through his rants. I didn't know what to make of that, luckily we just got to the burger place. I pull closer to him and kiss him hard for a very long time. 

"Let's get that burger." He responded. The kiss served as a good distraction, I wasn't ready to deal with that information at the moment.

"I'm truly famished." I say with a sigh.

I must have celebrated too early because Laura Turner showed up in front of me. She was the scout modeling agency manager. In other words my business partner and I answered to her. I wasn't in the mood for a conversation but I had to deal with her. She strutted towards me in her louboutin heels in powerful strides. Her hair was packed in a sleek bun making her seem fierce. I notice her lipstick was a few shades lighter than her usual deep red color. I squint my eyes trying to make out what that could mean.

"I see you had the decency to wait." She started. It was typical of her, skipping pleasantries and just heading straight to the point. 

"I had no choice, you'd have sought me out." I respond, matching her energy. Her brows were drawn together and I knew she was getting riled up by my defiance.

"How did it go at the Olympo household?" She inquires. I don't respond immediately, instead I decide to move my feet. Having a conversation out in the open doesn't sit well for me. I head for my designated room in the motel, the heels I had on were killing me. 

"I see you've soaked in their vigor." Her words were laced with sarcasm. I continue moving and stop right at the door.

"Maybe their semen had more than their seed. It certainly did taste powerful, I think I can feel the torrent of energy in my veins." I take in a deep breath and smile widely at her. She just looks at me in irritation but doesn't say anything. I know I've gotten the upper hand. 

I turn the doorknob and walk inside. The room wasn't anything fancy, it served the purpose of most motels; fuck and leave. I preferred this room to the others because of its ventilation. Hence the reason I staked claim on the room. Laura wasn't too happy about it but she had to deal with it. 

"This room is an income less than we would have earned." She comments, thinking about a seat on the bed. I knew she would rather prefer a chair, unfortunately the room lacked one. She looked annoyed and I smiled at her misery while tossing my show to the side. I stretch my feet, feeling satisfied at the comfort I was enjoying.

"I just need to rest please. I'd be off in an hour or so." I wasn't in the mood for bickering. The room was always available for people to lodge in. I only get to use it whenever it's not in use. Especially in times like this when I needed to clear my head.

"How the fuck did it go with the Olympo's?'' She ignored my statement once more. I wanted to goad her but I could sense she was getting bad. Laura was quite unpredictable and it was safer to have her at your side. 

"They stole my panties and I left." I raise my dress up for emphasis. My thong was locked somewhere in the Marciuzawa brothers room. I couldn't go back for it so I decided to just throw my clothes on instead. Glad I had picked a dress shirt instead of my regular body con. 

"See." I gesture to my lower body. She keeps silent and strokes her him instead. I can tell that the wheels are running in her head. It was nothing I wanted to bother myself with, in drop on the bed. I could feel my sore muscles easing off allowing me to truly feel the pain. It hurts and I find myself groaning. I try to adjust my position to get comfortable but it only worsens. 

I turn to Laura and find she has gone. She had gotten what she wanted and left. I bury myself deeper into the sheets, moaning in delight. Once more Renato invaded my thoughts, I still ached for him. Frustrated, I clench my thighs hard, willing my thoughts elsewhere. It doesn't follow my command, instead I find myself soaking underneath.