The tits were flowing.

Before we knew it,  a queen size bed was placed in the paddock.

Surrounding us were cows, udders full.

And on top of us were big tits that really needed a good milking.

What is it about these Balkan States?

'They are sex-craved,' said Max.

Now they were playing licking the popsicle and seeing who could drip the longest drool.

Pure porn, is the image I was trying to conjure up.

Each of the ten played share the drool, lick the drool, in the hope of slurping the cum.

I have no idea who alerted the girls of our arrival.

'This did,' said a big titted slut, who now had cum dripping down her chin.

She showed me a direct feed from a Russian satellite with infrared reads on the latest iPhone.

'We spotted you coming,' said the same girl, who I could tell wanted me to fondle her big breasts again.

The virus.

I was having a blast.

More pandemics please, I said to Max, as I offloaded 50 grand in cash to the girls who promised us another sensual round later tonight in the village.

'And for starters, it will be a lesbian orgy,' said someone in the crowd. Her tits were uplifting, is all I could say, making a mental note to pay her a visit at the Busty Inn tonight.


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