sweet...

I am pleased to observe how the color of twitching changes on the face of an involuntary victim of thirst, the lower jaw more and more droops.

Yes, his heart attack is now enough. From happiness! However, t happiness still no one died. Sit down, dear. So, on the bed. And I still suck. Like this. And for the cheek, and testicles, and bridle play.

- From the garni divka! From Bissova Ditina!

Yeah, the voice cut, comment. It's good. Only kvely you at me, only you sit and fray, on, play! You wanted! I put his little hands on my balls. And he immediately begins to actively explore them by touch. The flow of compliments is growing, but it is becoming more and more disconnected and is interrupted by shortness of breath. And its cucumber in my mouth is already much more like a zucchini. No, eggplant.

Lord, and of association! But looking at this my miracle, you involuntarily think about the vegetable garden, cherry orchard, garden beds, dill, fish, bacon and other delights of healthy peasant life ...

So I think it's time! Lie down, darling! I lay down the native of Little Russia who is again glazed from quiet family happiness, I sit down on his corn, not forgetting, of course, that with corn the sex must be protected, and I start the prize derby. Forward, forward, Lotta, jump on this horse.

So, again the hands at the seams, again idle. On, touch it! Yes there touch, polapay! Wow, how can we, it turns out. It can be seen in the youth was a naughty boy! The client begins to explore my spaces very purposefully. Come on, come on!

And oh, exploring, admires again

- And yak garni baba, chi, I'm talking, Froilian! And whiskers with mist! And okay, and sisyasta, and ass hіt where! Oto used to screw you there! And yak sucks! And yak pidmahivae ...

How cute. And how flattering! And then we are there about the ass? It seems the client wants anal for their money? Not legible!

I accept the knee elbow position and with all my appearance I demonstrate how inconceivable. My subject apparently resigned himself to the fact that he had asked for some water in Amsterdam, got into a fairy tale and was clearly trying to master a lot on autopilot. Uh-uh-uh! And here we have no experience, help! I grease my hole, from which my salvage fan comes into a quiet feeling, I personally insert his Krakow sausage where necessary and start podmahivat. Well, what, my goby Mariupol, understand? I clearly understood how I earned it. Straight, professional! Come on, come on! Still! Like this!

He does not babble me his compliments, growls! Now, now, come on!

- Oh, Oksanochka, I'll finish right now!

That yakas I am Tobi Oksanochka, such a trifle, I am Froyle Lotte, and with me there cannot be any thoughts alien to us Oksanochkakh!

For Oksanochka a member of the priests off, I will bring him to his desired condition with his mouth. Like this!

- Ja! Das ist Fantastich! - That's another matter. And we already speak German. What, uncle, porn German watched, you know that it is necessary for a foreign woman to yell in love ecstasy?

The final touches (or licks). There is! He cums right in my mouth, and then, not holding back, on the face, chest!

- Ooooh! Oh, oh, oh! Danke, little girl! Oh, come on, I tobie smeared, wringing at once

But this is just not necessary, Lotte and so well. I lick, radiantly smile and give our response danke. I am helping the satisfied compatriot Gogol, Shevchenko and Yushchenko to get dressed and going to spend. But here he comes to his senses and starts explaining in his terrific Esperanto that he is lost and he needs to get to the hotel.

Mom dear! How do I know if I was rolled all the time here in closed vans. What to do then with this goat? He puts something in my palm, and this is a business card of the hotel. Then it's easier.

- Moshet py fyfat fam taxi? - I again represent the imported woman.

- Oh, Deacon!

For this the room has a telephone. I called our office and in five minutes they were already arriving after the client. Good bye honey!

I bring myself up and back on watch.

And then there was a drunk pilot, and behind him - a non-drinking pilot, and behind them - a sad Katsman ...

This is me, of course, mocking simply, for the remaining piece of the shift, I served three more in the most simple and banal way. Boring, businesslike, uninteresting. And labor life in Amsterdam stretched ...

But I'd rather finish them for now (if interested - write, I don’t feel sorry, I’ll share my memories). In the meantime, I want to remember what was in my beloved Spain. But this is already in "Got ... №11". Goodbye, dear reader.

(to be continued)