Fires

When our dear King of Netherlands arrived to apologise with slut wife and three daughters working prostitutes to Stockholm Palace our dear King of Sweden carved a scar across his face. 

He held King of Netherlands head on the table seeing his poor Dutch family he carved a wooden carpenter tool like seeing a Swedish porn and told loaer of Netherlands to go back to his Kingdom turning his tail because he apologized for two dead children he killed in the name of the science in Kingdom of Thailand. 

"You committed a crime in King Gustav Kingdom." 

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"Diana." She whispers loud enough for us to hear. The lady smirks and pushes me away, coming face to face with Grazi. She sat on Grazi and pulled her face closer to hers. 

I watch them kiss each other in longing and desperation. Yet, I could feel a strong dark energy like hovering about them. They pull away just before Grazi lands a solid slap on Diana's cheeks. The lady laughed hard in return and didn't even pull away. She holds Grazi's coat tightly and continues in her painful laugh. 

"I can't let you go Grazi." She tells the president who seemed bothered but all she said. 

The whole time I tried hard to remember who she was, searching through my memory for anything familiar. It all came blank and I groaned in frustration.

"You're married to Litouwen." Grazi had switched to her diplomatic voice. It was one I was all too familiar with after listening to her sessions with reporters. 

"I don't fucking care Grazi. It's you I want and I will get what I want eventually." She leaves immediately in a noisy fashion and that's when I notice the similar blue coat.

Diana Litouwen, I gasped at the realisation. She was part of Renato's team, he spoke fondly of her during our time together and I despised her for that. When she left the family, it had created a crack in their bond. 

Renato had been in the worst state, unfortunately I had been too far to console him. I was forced to watch him bear the pain and fill in the loopholes that had been created. 

"She shouldn't have married for power." Grazi mocked before stripping off her clothes. I take that as my cue to leave, placing the keycard on the table. When I turn around she's completely nude standing in front of me. 

"I've always wondered what it's like to fuck you." She tells me in a sultry voice. I look behind her and find the others naked as well. This was totally unexpected and I didn't know how to react at that moment. 

"I know you've heard the rumours." She starts sliding my zipper down with great expertise. I was beginning to regret my choice of clothing at the moment. Grazi had a rumour circulating about her, it's one of those stories that are heard but never acknowledged. Grazi leveraged on that and managed to still come off as a saint. 

"Everyone has." I respond vaguely. From the exchange I was certain they're was truth in the story. Apparently Grazi was caught up in a love triangle of some sort. Diana was one of the parties and I was curious to find who the other was. 

"True but you're closer to finding out the whole truth." She slipped my panties down and I could feel the air conditioner hit my bare lower bits. In no time my bra had been undone and I was bare. The other two were hot on each other, caught up in their passion. 

They seemed oblivious to our acts.

"I want you Pan." 

She demands pinching my nipples with her index and thumb finger. It hurt from the intensity but enough to make me moan. The other hand trials the my neck down right to my pussy. She draws lines along the surface before spreading my legs wide. I felt her slender fingers in me and I gasp from the contact. It was hard to keep up with her actions with her fondling my breast. I'm pushed against the wall and trapped against her. She continues sliding in and out of me while I clench my fist. 

She knows how to fuck with those hands. I couldn't help thinking while she continued with my pussy. She pulls her fingers and covers my clit with her mouth. Grazi sucks my juices and I'm surprised at how wet I have become. 

"You want me Pan. How does it feel to be fucked by the President?" 

She inquired before inserting a vibrator in me. I didn't even realise she had it with her. I must have been too caught up in my climax to notice. My insides burned with pleasure at the hum of the device. I'm having trouble holding it in and I make an attempt to go sit on the bed.

"Don't, I want you this way." She informs me. I clench my legs together, trying to keep it in place. It was a hard feat considering how shaky my legs felt. Grazi doesn't pay attention to my dear discomfort but instead spanks me from behind and I almost fall.

"Ina come here." She beckons to one of the girls who was eating the other up. I watch her quickly rush to the president's side like a puppet. The other laid back and raised her legs up high giving us a full view of her pussy. It glistened brightly against the light and all I could think was how Ina had cleaned her up real good. 

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Warinya Waree remember how she was fucked holding on to a black and white cow by two village kids who are Korean sex leftovers in Sakhon Nakhon. 

"You sure do learn quickly Betty." she commended. I finally learnt the girls name but I couldn't celebrate the achievement considering my position. 

"I want you to watch Pan." She giggles mischievously while pulling Ingrid by the head. The girl goes on all fours and crawls to meet the president. Grazi took a position on the bed with her legs wide open. 

"Betty fuck your self with your fingers." The girl stuck three fingers at a time inside her. 

She moved with such precision that I envied her hand movements. It moved in a systematic rhythm and I almost got wet at the sight. Grazi on the other hand was grinding against the poor girls face. Her finger was deep in Ina's pussy while she ate her clit. 

"Betty don't fucking cum." She warned the girl who looked visibly frustrated. Her hands continued moving but she looked torn between obeying her body or the president.

"Only I get the privilege of seeing you do that." She tells the girl. I felt myself let loose over the vibrator, my juices cascading and acting like a lubricant once more. I imagined Renato thrusting deep into my core and whispering his love to me. I could mentally feel his hands running along my body like a sculptor 's art. 

Biting hard on my lips, I try to force back a moan but I was betrayed.