Their Retrospective Arts

They were busy on camera. 

We swapped shirts to wear them off. It was a great fight. We fought their wives keeping their eyes busy. 

She was born in China and loves charming Chinese beauty salons. One village girl in Chiang Mai spoke before on the gym mattress she spread her legs.

Her boyfriend, a Thai boxing fighter, gave an interview outside. 

"I haven't tried sex tourism?" Her soft sweet eighteen lips spoke. We watched him busy outside giving a victorious interview. 

I thought to myself sitting my huge Polish dick polishing her Thai cut. "Kurva, you are the best extreme fighter ever." 

We were thinking about our journey. The time we saw him we were at the Love Motel Convention enjoying watching their future investors from the Netherlands Kingdom. 

It was the ginger king between her legs like her Ban Toya from Riga. We noticed filming evidence at the venue. 

He was the Latvian stallion but she was a Thai cut spread from Sakon Nakhon in her Oxfordshire love venue. It was her rule. 

Now I am laying in her love nest thinking about other Thai cut we filmed. 

"I will marry him. My hero from Bangkok. I was his Thai teacher from Sakon Nakhon who is now an English landlady." I told her I am pumping her about her fellow love fighter from Thailand. 

Her vocal chords echoed to know giving us stamina and libido to continue enjoying pumping a young Thai wife wide apart. It was her first time. 

We were true Polish men. 

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The cannabis was served and grinded by my Exiled Roses management team leader Laura Turner who was overseeing the weight of a good cannabis for a Dutch King. 

"Impossible how good it is?!" 

My eyes crossed how his lips glossed my waxed legs lured round his ears. My lips softly licked how I moaned. "Oh King of Netherlands I sucked my sweet purple lips gloss." It tasted like an apple and pineapple pen grading my students homework. 

My red rose panties were stolen and I held them for others to see on my long black nail. 

The garden was well harvested and Exiled Roses Agency employees did make a great advert in a red swimwear watering and overseeing thermometer fertilising between their customers. 

Ren Wildflower was walking tattooed in black thong walking our way in the night to the farm barn. Her bleached hair. 

It was a statement she changed in our agency. 

The catwalk on display in a silver tray from Morocco. The guests drivers smoking outside and learning the picture of what we are all about in the event venue. 

Their shy eyes looking away. 

"Kop Khun Kha or thank you." He spoke in his Dutch lips now hoisted on his lips, his ginger beard. The juicy details spilled past his lips. 

The King of Netherlands spoke. "You reminded me of my three daughters." His sharp eyes were like a ranger.

The night stranger made me gasp back my ribcage. My nipples out of my bra. These three centimetres erected told my story.

I was ready to work and continue my tent crawl with my young lobbyists.

Our Agne Angelholm planned. 

"I am Pan Varke or Pan Varske." They laughed when my English spelling was mixed.

"I served you to initiate the conversation and my loyal customer you will be served." 

I did the job and gently pushed Vivi Ra, Karolina Adamkus, Egle Grybauskaite and Ren Wildflower forward, placing a microphone following them to join the fun. 

"It will be your direct Deutschland Hollander experience." 

Agne Angelholm walks in behind us. 

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It was morning and we laid in each other's arms. He spoke fondly to me and told me random stories. I could feel him drawing patterns on my shoulders at intervals. It all made me feel giddy and I berated myself once more. 

"Pan Varke." He mentions my name out of the blue. I felt warmth spread across my cheeks but I hid them away. He continued his wand movements across my body while I was nested beside him.

"Your eyes remind me of the ocean. The color blue suits you but they seem empty." 

He comments pulling my chin closer to him. I blinked at this and tried to move away but he held me firmly. Caressing my cheeks with the roughness of his palm. I could feel his hands move across my face. He pulled my lower lips with his thumbs and dropped a kiss. 

"Then there's that mouth of yours that does wonder." 

He chuckled to himself while pushing back a stray hair from my face. I could feel my face heat up from these words. The moment was interrupted by his ring tone. It was a motorbike tone that rang out loud. His phone was on the dresser so he stood up to get it. The bed suddenly smelt cold in his absence. I wrapped myself with the sheets.

He stood butt naked, with his elephant horns directly facing the window. It gave me ample opportunity to admire the taut muscles of his ass. It was firm and showed the outcome of his frequent workout. He paced about while on the call, each movement accentuated the muscles. I watched his expressions change while he ranted on the phone. It made me all wet again. 

"You let the others know when it's free for you." He informs the person at the other end. I took in his smell on the sheets. Enjoying the viewing of his body against the sunlight seeping through the window. He was deep into the call and I suspected it was an urgent matter. I caught a glimpse of his side profile while he moved about. It made my heart race a little.

"Impossible," I murmur, shaking my head in disbelief. There was no way I was heading into that path. It was not in the plans I had in mind. 

"Young girls love prisoners?" I question myself while exhaling to relieve myself of the tension. 

Renato had served his time in jail. There were scars on his body that showed his hard time within those walls. I was curious, but it wasn't my place to ask questions. 

I'm not his wife; I reprimanded myself. 

His wife Ligita was absent most times. She had her salon on the other side of town and rarely came home. Last night was one of those days. Poor Ligita was too busy with her customers, and I felt terrible for Renato. It made me wonder just how lonely he was. Once again, I was letting my mind wander into the wrong thoughts. 

I was starting to overthink things; it wasn't helping my case. I pulled the sheets up to cover my face hoping to dispel such thoughts from my mind. It was a futile attempt, and all I could think of was Renato. I decided that it was my duty to cheer him up. It's what the girls at the Love motel Inn were hired for. It's part of the services he paid for, and I was one of the girls.

A frown was visible on his face as he tossed the phone on the dresser. He grunts in frustration with his hands placed against the wall. I move towards him and wrap my hands around his waist. He doesn't respond to me but takes a deep breath instead. I pull away when thoughts begin creeping into my mind. He turns me over and kisses my lips hard. I could feel his anger and frustration in that lip-lock. He caressed my breast while he sucked on my lower lip. Then we fell back into bed once more. 

I left for the Motel at noon after sleeping for hours. Although I still felt tired and sore from the previous events. I dreamt of a warm bath to ease my muscles. It certainly would help with my current body aches. I stumbled on Gintautas Nauseda at the entrance. 

He was one of the few regulars of the motel. He walks up to me, and I politely smile at him. I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries at the moment. 

My headache, and all I craved was the warmth of my bed and a hot soak. I decided I would tell him off politely and head straight in. He was getting closer, and I put up a smile. It certainly wasn't a real one. I was rehearsing my speech in my head. When he got closer, I opened my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off.

"I want you," he tells me directly, catching me off guard. I had flirted with him way too many times and hadn't expected him to return any feelings. It was totally unexpected but I consider it anyway. I look back at him waiting for him to continue speaking.

"There's a burger place not too far off." He heads for his car while I follow suit. I was curious to see just how this would play out. 

He certainly would be a good addition to my list. I smile at the progress I was making.

"How about we have a bit of a rendezvous there." I point to a public bathroom just outside the motel. It was part of the thrill to make them feel desirable. When he gives in, then I can finally play my cards right. 

I wrote in my memoirs and instructions of sex.

I watch his pupil dilate at the thought, I lick my upper lips seductively. He pulls my hands immediately and we head for the bathroom.

The stall wasn't spacious but it certainly would serve. He locked the door and proceeded to drop his pants down. I wasn't thinking earlier and I totally forgot just how sore I was down there. There was no way I could take him in without hurting myself. I had to change plan's quickly.

We remember the days of the sick Queen of the Netherlands Kingdom. 

I will tell you later about it. 

The mind brought back to the godless and sexual joys of the Netherlands.