07-22-2024, 04:26 PM
For me, the perfect agogo does not exist.
To get horny and warm up, go to one of the glossy bars.
Then to one of the middle class, the show is beside the point, but for a lady drink, the flesh whip should be massaged lengthways immediately. Service staff are also welcome, as long as they are good-looking, no frills.
When Olaf is acting like a man, they ask about the price. Just for the records. Then it depends on whether I am alone or on tour with guys like Martin and Thaifriend.
Then we pack up again and move on to the next bar. The supply of alcohol is world class, as if in a trance, you fall from one bar across the street to the next. With every Singha, the oily eyes get more beautiful. In the windmill, I almost licked the toilet lady. I asked cheekily, she wanted 150 for it, after a quick calculation, I would have preferred to order beer again. I am sick. I am happy.
It is the change. sultry heat, hectic pace, being talked to, talking about God and the world, only to then feel the refreshing coolness of the air-con behind a curtain. the protagonists' tempos change. each to his own taste.
and then you end up in one of these fine little fuck shops. by now I'd nail a sack of potatoes, I'm completely drunk, practically fall into the brothel, and in the upper part of my throat my tongue immediately meets that of Miss Universe. hey, the hottest girl ever seen. she turns me on, regulates the size of the company down there, and fifteen minutes later I'm falling half-naked down the spiral staircase.
the perfect agogo tour ends here. just before a blackout, reduce the alcohol intake, then, feeling invincible, pull off a grenade-like finish, having the feeling of having been drained personally by the queen of the planet swallow0815.
now I'm on top. I should fill out lottery tickets, I could empty a bathtub full of beer in 3:20... 4 minutes at the most. I will solve the Middle East conflict myself. Iron Man is nothing compared to me. aha... thanks... ascheleken...
hopefully I can get to the hotel without any accidents...
fun at flax, there is the right shop for every mood, so go there and enjoy the nectar of pleasure.
and if the sauce flies in your face, it's not that bad either... right Thaifriend
To get horny and warm up, go to one of the glossy bars.
Then to one of the middle class, the show is beside the point, but for a lady drink, the flesh whip should be massaged lengthways immediately. Service staff are also welcome, as long as they are good-looking, no frills.
When Olaf is acting like a man, they ask about the price. Just for the records. Then it depends on whether I am alone or on tour with guys like Martin and Thaifriend.
Then we pack up again and move on to the next bar. The supply of alcohol is world class, as if in a trance, you fall from one bar across the street to the next. With every Singha, the oily eyes get more beautiful. In the windmill, I almost licked the toilet lady. I asked cheekily, she wanted 150 for it, after a quick calculation, I would have preferred to order beer again. I am sick. I am happy.
It is the change. sultry heat, hectic pace, being talked to, talking about God and the world, only to then feel the refreshing coolness of the air-con behind a curtain. the protagonists' tempos change. each to his own taste.
and then you end up in one of these fine little fuck shops. by now I'd nail a sack of potatoes, I'm completely drunk, practically fall into the brothel, and in the upper part of my throat my tongue immediately meets that of Miss Universe. hey, the hottest girl ever seen. she turns me on, regulates the size of the company down there, and fifteen minutes later I'm falling half-naked down the spiral staircase.
the perfect agogo tour ends here. just before a blackout, reduce the alcohol intake, then, feeling invincible, pull off a grenade-like finish, having the feeling of having been drained personally by the queen of the planet swallow0815.
now I'm on top. I should fill out lottery tickets, I could empty a bathtub full of beer in 3:20... 4 minutes at the most. I will solve the Middle East conflict myself. Iron Man is nothing compared to me. aha... thanks... ascheleken...
hopefully I can get to the hotel without any accidents...
fun at flax, there is the right shop for every mood, so go there and enjoy the nectar of pleasure.
and if the sauce flies in your face, it's not that bad either... right Thaifriend