Love Hook

Love Hook, a New Yorker from the Netherlands.

I am Dutch women working in porn industry is like in black bathing suit showing my tits online for investors about prostitution and financing economics in satanic sect worshipers of Netherlands Banking system No26 in New York State of United States of American love machine story.

The story is here to entertain you and I am about to tell you.

A true Netherlands love machine, drugs and orgasmic passion for money in the Netherlands Kingdom. I am hoping to have my way with money.

My love porn dance opens up many doors behind the bar tip of 500 USD bill. I made university degree studies be real about digital blackmailing programmes from greed and porn lovers.

They make it double and ten fold returns of Amsterdam brothels they sign contract of devil's blood moon sex in love making man juice. I was the one who earned real cash.

The susceptible financial victims fallen for federal reserves and following my IT guru mind I was a catch in footsteps.

I nevertheless never knew there was a ripper in New York streets from Poland hoping to kill me.

You read my story to learn about my life. I never made money and ended up dead in the ditch.

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The sex sales made great forecast. My manager Timothy made a deal in a promise my legs will earn me far better then in my native Netherlands Kingdom.

We had a great love affair earning. "You push in deeper sweat heart. My Dutch backside is far stretched for you."

Timothy frowned and groaned, grinding himself further to me. I was leaning in front of his office desk wearing a white wig on my black hair in a sun-bathed body. "I am nearly to finish sweat heart."

It was his last message goodbye when I took Amsterdam's Schiphol international flight in Royal airlines to see my future in Manhattan, New York.

New York city was great and I did to explore. I was scouting for men, seducing them from losers I kissed and dated for them to see. I did not care about their marital status but their property and bank assets. I could assemble a plan to spy in their bedrooms. I was riding them to love. I earn their secrets in bed to film my money makers.

It was my strategy to obtain their bank accounts.

When I used this Polish loser to follow me filling me in to my next mission. He did not stopped to stalk me.

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The devil it was the name I gave him.

Kraken Gorbon is his real name. The name of a legendary sea beast with eight tentacles crashing and dragging all the ships to hell. He did have something long on him but it was nothing to lose thinking about accounts to access for me.

I loved him a couple times to cheat on him to lose him but he did not stop calling me.

He did follow me one night to make love from the Motel I preyed victim on. It was the last sight he stabbed me to death. I never regretted it.

They gave me once I did Rob them a nickname Love Hook.

It was a last client I worked with, his name was Ron Smith. Kraken Gorbon from Poland had to be the last failure before I found a new boyfriend earning me hard cash.

No26 Netherlands investors bankers did made me happy. I was working with them. I knew all executives and major portfolio name holder's sleeping with one pencil pushers name from their office.

I was sworn satanic sect follower of one horn devil, a god of fertility for paganism. It was natural in the Netherlands because we had no religion.

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He was between my hips. "You squeeze it like it is a million dollar bill and Kraken Gorbon will never find our love affair."

My Ron Smith, a grey hair middle aged man, a last breath between his pants is hoping to claim all of his glory in me. "I hope you earn well because I am cheating in you with your boyfriend."

"Thank you for pushing me in my backside. You are protection free and it turns me on in juice."

"I will do it all night at half price." I spread my legs looking back at him far wider to let him know I am available.

He had a wife a couple years younger than him. I fake blond with loose fat round her body. She was spent and her name was Ciucela Smith.

"I hope your Polish whore does not mind it." Him slicing in me pushing my tight him curves deeper and harder with his old staff.

The executive of No26 spoke his mind in sweating face. "I think both Polish whores will not mind."

"I am happy we are doing business." I swayed my hips side to side letting him in deeper, rubbing him intensely between me.

He let his yellow stench out his stench drop from my hips. "I hope you finished well?"

"Danku well Dutch love." He cleans his sweat from forehead holding my black satin underwear. I wore it on occasions. I plan to film them out of their money.

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He has an anonymous caller offering to see his porn filmmaking asking him if he would pay for it or let satan do his job.

Ron Smith paid to keep his wife. He lost control only but to hide company assets of No26 Netherlands capital investments to fake loss of funds and gamble his love life. I left him once I heard the money was true.

He was one more wallet I spent off him. I loaded off him he loaded in me to film his sacret wovel to satanic ritual must be done never to speak with him. He came the night his yellow seeds many times to like I let him go in a morning pay my hotel room fee.

It was a great affair, love and pleasure to cheat my part time boyfriends for money in old men sacks film studio the filmmaking to the great and fast turn arounds in my wallet.

I am a great Dutch woman from the Netherlands Kingdom. It was my love game of sponsorship before I met Polish Kraken Gorbon for a last time the faithful night in that alleyway.

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The murder took place it was unexpected for me. Finn Levi the next love affair I target for bedroom fun on the couch in the camera for his wife to see or him to pay for it.

I left my original favourite love motel wearing a wig, black short raincoat and night how dress underneath to cover the rest of my love legs black stockings in high heels the men could hear and turn round to see me walking along the street.

I loved attention them to know I am sex toy. When in between all those men my last Polish pervert followed me holding in a cream wool raincoat a local newspaper holding a blade in.

"Hey. You listen whore. I loved you so much I paid every time for you and you left me because you changed my mind."

"Whatever."

"I am not a loser!"

He grabs my arm. I am thinking what tool dirt is holding me. "I love you!"

I am hoping he will let me cry for help. Kraken Gorbon pushes me to the waste container. I can see a yellow taxi passing, hoping to leave with it.

He presses my mouth holding stronger and stronger. My open top chest in black velvet coat is breathtakingly heavier and heavier. I am breathing heavily and I am holding a stone in my chest.

My eyes turn lower to see a newspaper bleeding to my chest. I am letting blood out like a pig.

The billionaire story was over like a tossed protection in a tissue I was laid to waste.

The shock and surprise blurred my eyes in tears. It is dripping across my face streaming like water letting my mascara lose.

He pulls the tip off the newspaper out holding a sharp universal kitchen knife and kisses my lips last goodbye. Myself was not much of a kitchen chef nor enthusiastic about cooking for those rich pigs but I did recognise it.

I slump backwards without hesitation and in peace. "I did love you." He spoke with me.

Kraken Gorbon told me my last words. "We did without protection and you left me and now you are here."

"I was hoping to go home back to the Netherlands Kingdom, rich and wealthy." I let my hands loose, unable to crutch on my chest. I held my face lower letting lips still breathing out a cold sense of water fill my tongue.

I have a one wish for one horned devil of fertility to let me go. He walks away. I can see his footsteps. "Kurva match be spakoinaij."