In His Chicken Farm

"Let's spread Miss Pan Narak Thai Basil." These were the words I was hoping to hear from my Georgian fiancé. He took me off Thailand to escape being a daily living working school teacher.

I had a dream and the best bus orgy I had in my life was with my beloved Yuri Tilsi in his capital Tbilisi, Georgia.

Our best vacation was our short ride with a local bus on fire on desire.

Our old man was watching me how I Miss Narak; sucked his dick looking in his curly hair eyebrows.

He was looking into the eye of Yuri Tilsi and hugged his shoulder.

"You look son how she sucks it."

It felt great to express myself and fall on my knees for him.

I was a true nymphomaniac not afraid to spread and open sharing my back doors to the class it was.

The young man takes his cock out and starts stroking it to ask for his turn in a seat near by him.

I pull my jeans off in a public bus in Georgia to show my Thai Basil bush.

I made love using Georgian tin-public transport. It was a great love story before Yuri Tilsi betrayed me and I left for England.

I did a run of career advancement training in Amsterdam. I could be fit to run my love motel on the shores of England.

"Kop Kun Krap." He was a big black bull Georgian gangster.

The young brown curly hair man starts stroking it on another seat looking to take his turn. I finished off old Georgian.

Him pulling in my love juice letting it moist his tip.

I remember my first love teacher Tom Powers provided me was Laura Turner. An English teacher of sexual explicit content working with kindergarten industries providing newbies best love match making games.

It was a piece of art how I spread it to the open public exhibition. Thank you to the world for seeing me.

The bus driver stops his bus and walks out his cabin to sit me back in my seat and kneel before my epic point looking at it for his moment he starts licking and kissing it out.

My saliva splattering to the sides. I knew I had the same arsonist jaws. My teacher made me the best teacher. Thank you Laura Turner.

He later brushes off his love moustache he made on my love clitoris.

The journey did not stop parked on the side of Georgian mountains, local men exploring native Thai woman in her full cherry blossom.

The others joined from the back of the bus to see me welcome to the Georgian capital.

Thai sweet Basil.

The blond modern woman walked up to me wearing black trousers and pushed my finger tips in her groin. She slid open. I could reach her panties.

Her left hand had blond hair to the side revealing her neck. I felt her excitement. The right hand holding me in her arm letting me inside her.

Her lips licked her lipstick, seeing me in the eye. It was my time to comfort her in foreign land.

"I am a true farang hunter and I am Miss Pan Narak. The government welfare bank manager is my father. I am his daughter from the Narak family."

She did not speak English, only native tongue. I felt like letting her know my Sai tongue.

I knew to complete my mission to let my hand in further and men were waiting to satisfy their hunger.

The unlimited orgasmic journey past Georgia public transport did open my eyes to the nation and culture itself.

I learned a lot from being a teacher to my own private academy of seducing and juicing love spies to Tom Power's business empire. He paid me well.

The tips twitching from I was starting to feel nervous if I do the job right. I took initiative and slid further in.

He knew I was soon meeting his father and mother to acknowledge in their loving arms but I had to finish this bus journey.

I let my fingers pull her bottoms off. I could bite and lick with my arsonist jaws her red blue dots underwear. It took not long to see her letting her saliva too.

My Georgian Bull fiancé did hope to take a bit off my prey and I pushed him aside, almost knocking his tooth too.

He rubbed my sweet Thai Basil and stuck two fingers in to keep me fit, wet and in love with him watching me.

The Georgian bull twister of his fingertips inside made me learn how much I juice off a single trip to his parents home.

Himself not giving up and not letting off my sweat Thai Basil he took off his jeans to see his bone knot sticking out let it out in me like it is bed jumping.

Trampoline the conductors of love magnetic juice spreading like an drug addict snorting cocaine was my love to crack him.

Him himself the Georgian bull my fiancé spreading my love circles apart pumping gun fire in me I was licking and enjoying eating out blond public transport passengers.

Her juice was an apple pineapple pen story of a true Georgian kebab stab on fire story to tell.

He was pumping behind me. I was working on her crack. It was a great drink, her love juice. I was smoking like my first cigarette.

"Aroy ka mam."

"You keep quiet and keep working. I am about to reach my climax." My Georgian bull slid out and in one level above my backside.

I am Miss Pan Narak having an open whooping from my fiancé in a public Georgian licking passengers' clitoris back to heavens.

It all started from a grey man opening his zip and off accidentally I slid my hand stick in my Georgian bulls love.

"It was a sweet journey like Putin's tasty pussy." The white jeans and white trainers spread open.

I served him and the nation. It took great joy and pride to be Georgian bull's fiancé.

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"My Narak, you made me sweat and feel great on this journey to my parents."

"Here I wipe your sweat off like it is hot or hotter in Thailand."

"Let's go to see my parents' cocaine farming. He is a local don loving young fiancé like you."

"Kop Kun Krap." I knew she was a foreigner hunter and it was a twisted love story, a tale with no ends but I took a ride for it.

I am a Georgian gangster's son and hoping to claim my throne in future of Georgian mafia heads.

They issued me many mandatory arrest warrants but never able to arrest me in their sex tents. I will continue to polish their sexual desires.

I hope to express myself and feed her a good taste of cocaine on my huge Georgian bull she calls love.

^.^

The bus journey was short but she turns and smiles to me letting her finger tips crawl to my crotch.

It took no seconds for her to smile and have her smile closer to me distracting me how she slide in me.

"Does he remind you of your father?"

The old man sitting in a seat near us has already his cock out and she is already stroking it.

I had no choice but to let her Thai hands do the job.

It took within minutes like wildfires to set a whole bus ablaze.

^.^

I took her to my parents' big bad gorillas to examine my prospects with her.

The future did seem bright how locals met her.

They held loaded guns, men and dogs outside our future villa.

I tap her love but full of bus love juice brings her further.

Her cherry was nothing new to locals pellet guns, she spread and already forgot. They smoked her well. I was so happy.

She walks in to see a local Don to demonstrate her skills of shadow seduction she boxes in carrying in her puffed ass to a Thai woman.

It was only her I knew capable of handling future bosses in a whole nation or world.

I met later Si Si the Biatch Slayer, a Spanish nurse. But it is another true love story to tell about our love sparrow.

She walked ahead of me leading my dick further with her native butt. We take steps past stone stairs through wood doors.

My father greets her first and hugs her blinks first to me.

She hugs him deep and breathes in deep full of lungs her eyes closed his aftershave it makes her heart warm.

Her ear cheeks burn red. My father hugs her up, holds her but on his palms lifts her up not wasting a moment sits her on his office desk near bricks of cash and cocaine.

He sits her there to look her in the eye and see her smile spread white jeans to sides with her white trainers opening her cream winter jacket not letting him zip open. She does it herself.

He takes her blue sunglasses off himself. He waves his hand behind me to order me to watch and sit.

The true story of family love initiation began in our family.