Art of Manliness

I felt great knowing juicy chicken. I can see it dripping wet cooking on my grill. The spice filling in it did make a difference to me.

My faithful destined friend, a true Congolese man, was busy relaxing on Holidays in Lublin.

I continued my mission of discovery behind a true Nation Queen of depravity, the Queen Patricia Willingness of the Netherlands Kingdom.

I knew she loved me in her nation of Polish SODRA sect but I had a date to catch and now a story to tell.

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One losers loose legs.

I knew I am spreading another man's legs like it would be great cloth of menswear.

Her name was Belinda, a drug baroness from the Philippines with her seven children from seven gangsters who look after her banana plantation of drugs.

I gave her a taste of my banana flavour condom. She did suck on it wearing Caribbean style hair.

It was a great string of instruments to toss on it pulling it side to side. Her arsonist jaws did make a difference. I am feeding her.

She sucked it so hard on my sofa in Utrecht. Our Belinda pulled a protection of my love juice off and held between her teeth a yellow banana skin.

I took it out and let her have her dessert filling for starters. I thought while I was on the mission discovering research about Elle's Recruitment Agency B.V.

I had to make sure I will not be the father of the eight son. I slid double edge protection, lifted my chicken for filling and I slid under her cloth garment.

She had her good rubber stash hidden inside her bra and we burned it well, viewing it well her losing one garment after another we made love.

In the end I viewed her two roses tattoo on her butt while I pumped it.

I made myself the last of eight husbands to be. I blew her mind off and mine after the triple x size protection pack did end up empty.

Her loser seventh husband did a job in logistics clearing up boxes in cartons dreams while we made a reality to be true on our sofa.

She was stroking my chest while I looked through the channel to see a local football team match.

We did lay in a wool blanket clearing off our sweat and fatigue from the hot Philippines love affair. It did end up well to knew my true man and partner in crime the Bradley Mat had left on a mission too to investigate Polish sexual sect SODRA.

We lay naked like couch potatoes hoping to do nothing for the rest of the day.

I bought her a train ticket later and sent her to her failed drug mule back. He could lick her clitoris after she complained about her university girlfriends.

Her syrup of love narcotics a true aphrodisiac to seduce and daze drug men or women into passion of night solely based on cannabis.

It was her nature to spread the love juice but behind a curtain of shadows.

A depressed housewife from the Philippines seeking comfort in other men's arms and never understanding she is unable to find shelter and comfort, and has fallen victim to the Polish SODRA vicious scheme.

She has a tattoo mark of two roses on each butch check so each one of seven gangster would know they take her.

I wrote in my notes to finish a mission report later for the head of investigations.

Her push around seventh son father to be a drug mule working like prostitute for logistics centre collaborating dangerous unclassed narcotics smuggle from Philippines to Netherlands.

He loves to lick her feet and her clitoris after her university lessons in Utrecht.

They did transport illegal A Class mind control drugs and his wife sold her body to the Queen of the Netherlands.

We were like travelling Samurais tasting the best flavours.

^.^

I had great news from my boss in Elle's Recruits one morning when his wife worked her lips around me.

He was happy like a child and did offer me a promotion from driving around collecting orders to managing and merchandising shelves to convey the order.

I was happy about the deprived land of tulips. I was able to pick my racial justice versus neo-feudalistic ways.

It was a supervisory position to perform tasks keeping an order.

It felt great the news spread that his wife did too.

"Thank you so much. I am about to go."

"Who was that?"

"One loser we know."

Justina Valentine's jaw did move a little far better from hoping to control her rib cage not to laugh while eating her breakfast and biting my tip in her mouth.

It felt great. Our Elle's Recruits Agency allowed me and his wife Justina Valentine time off on the same timetable.

I just let it go and relaxed, letting time go in our Lublin Hotel room enjoying Polish culture.

^.^

I was on my way home when I saw a man in the shadows.

He looked like a street drug dealer and had bold head manners.

He walked to me and spoke, leaving his friends behind. I knew he was in service.

"I would like you available?"

"Are you familiar with the Netherlands?"

"We just arrived."

"I am happy you will have a great time."

"Thank you."

He grabs on my back and spreads my cheek apart squeezing his hand. I felt her love and manliness steaming inside me.

"I love to see you." His sweet breath whispered to my ear while looking around nobody does see us.

I felt to touch him on his chest brushing my arms round him but I felt weak and damp.

He was ready for me. I lead him my way walking away looking behind me if he follows me on our journey to truth between us.

We walked in our train carriage for him to open our restroom doors and offered his hand forward for me to walk in.

I loved him the way my spine twitching legs pulling up squeezing my love to would feed him kindness.

We felt not alone and it excited us like something was watching over us.

He was a great love machine. I never knew I forgot my last distraction Cuban Pete I left on the sofa hours ago.

He finished and threw our hard work in the disposal container. We washed our hands and I teased him by stroking him. He was busy washing his arms in the sink.

I kissed his neck. "Let me wash it for you."

I picked up some tap water and rubbed the condom liquid well off his strong arm of the law.

He was pulling his jeans up while I knee on leg and smelled it helping him lift while I brushed my tongue up.

"What's your name?

"I am Simon."

He closes his black belt knot and leaves the carriage. I did offer my email address. He could write to me anytime he is free. I could see him.

"Ok."

"I see you sweetheart candy around I lock on you."

I kissed him on the cheek and I heard strangers talking.

"I would have fallen in love with her in another life if he liked her so much."

I was happiest Belinda heading home to see my logistics mule husband.

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Waruk Schizo my name is and I am young half Polish and Thai daughter fallen in SODRA sect sexual deprived cult of Polands Feudalistic culture.

They branded me with a tattoo mark. It would violate my Thai culture and beliefs before they spoil me.

I had great love partner Lily White a Thai teacher from Sakhon Nakhon seeking to claim advantage on throne of sex goddes earning every gold piece she can back slapping, cheating, trapping and lying every Dutch Parliamenterian.

We both worked to satisfy a Prime Minister Mark Rudolf who paid us well.

I had a white tulip under my breast and a little bird holding it.

"Young girls love prisoners." Lily spoke after Mark Rudolf left from regular session leaving us to recuperate in our bed from all night shift shifting his love stick.

"I would like to hear about it."

"I loved prisoners for my first pray practice. I pretended I love them and I am an innocent virgin drawing their money in my bed. I loved their manly energy."

Lily White had an ink story to speak for herself. The ancient scriptures of prayers in Thai were written on her back telling me she had a dark story to tell me.

Patricia Willingness the Queen of Netherlands had us under a tight knit spreading our love juice she needed we could earn and take our money to our beds.

Their blond Queen was born in Jeffrey Town, Bermuda Islands.

"The blond biatch really got me tired in her biathlon of cock sucking championship. When will she fill her post in champagne?"

I told her to ignore the virgin's love testimony. I had my agenda and manifestations did not take place in my mind.

We both laughed and hugged to learn we are kissing and rubbing each other's underwear learning we are compatible and enjoy learning from each other.

Our both hands stroking felt good. We kissed further, sucking in our love juice from each other's mouth and did the talking.

I moaned and kissed her. It felt great her response did the same. It did help us clear our heads of this poor wallet loser Mark Rudolf we did spied for his Queen.

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Cuban Pete did ask himself. I was smoking a cigarette and being able to see it slowly burn in his hand without inhaling it made me upset. I was the son of a pastor's minister.

"Brother, if you were to go to Africa you would have seen her open within five minutes like a chicken at a dinner table."

I made a squeaking sound with my lips representing disrespect.

"I know only about you guys doing a gun dance pointing at each other with each index finger in a nightclub venue when taking control of a dance floor."

"You go for it. I think many Pakistanis have tried."

"I am not from Pakistan. I am from Havana and it is not a cigarette every time you are looking at a cigar."

Cuban Pete had a full heart pull before he let out a mountain of smoke out like a flaming volcano out of the Tonga disaster news picture.