The bar smelt like a cannery.
Anchovies.
Sardines.
'A pussy that's been fucked 100 times a week and not been washed for a month.'
This was getting grim, black plaguish grim.
'It's the cannery next door,' said Anne, who flashed her pussy, shaved and pink, and assured me that their pussies were clean.
We were in Trelleborg, a port town where the ferries plied their trade around the Scandinavian countries.
I had plans to visit Denmark, Norway and even Belgium and Holland.
Finland and Iceland were on my radars too.
I felt my zip undo.
It wasn't me.
And then plump lips sucking.
The Frisky Bar didn't waste time and got down to business.
Now two sets of lips were sucking for their dear lives.
Anne and Ingrid both looked up at me, making eye contact.
They had a card reader on their wristwatches, that said Frank Russel's beer tab.
Two more sucks and the credit would be finished.
I had factored that in and splashed down both their throats my man juice.
I really felt like a sailor and had a glimpse of their exciting lives.
Anchovies.
Sardines.
'A pussy that's been fucked 100 times a week and not been washed for a month.'
This was getting grim, black plaguish grim.
'It's the cannery next door,' said Anne, who flashed her pussy, shaved and pink, and assured me that their pussies were clean.
We were in Trelleborg, a port town where the ferries plied their trade around the Scandinavian countries.
I had plans to visit Denmark, Norway and even Belgium and Holland.
Finland and Iceland were on my radars too.
I felt my zip undo.
It wasn't me.
And then plump lips sucking.
The Frisky Bar didn't waste time and got down to business.
Now two sets of lips were sucking for their dear lives.
Anne and Ingrid both looked up at me, making eye contact.
They had a card reader on their wristwatches, that said Frank Russel's beer tab.
Two more sucks and the credit would be finished.
I had factored that in and splashed down both their throats my man juice.
I really felt like a sailor and had a glimpse of their exciting lives.
