When Ban Toya found out about her new car, he decided to celebrate with her night out.

“We should baby champagne your new car, blat, for good luck.” 

“Kop Kun Krap.” 

She said once she hung-up and sent the address of the bar they would meet.

But outside was a nuisance and many foreigners tourists were drunk causing chaos.

“Hey babe, want to party hard.” 

One man stood up, grabbing her hand while the other was on the floor all drunk laying on the floor next to the wall holding a bottle of Spisskie foreign beer.

“Shut the fock up Podland pricks.” 

Ban Toya kicks the man in a yellow shirt on the floor. 

He falls down for Ban Toya to break his nose with Italian-made shoes. He kicks second time, breaks his mouth 

“Watch your blood on my new footwear, you shat!”

“Never mind, let’s go inside and party hard. They were done before we came here.”

“Yeah blat.” But Pan Narak pulls him in his hand, politely asking him inside. 

While second Podland watching his friend spitting his teeth out pissed his pants.

When walking away Ban Toya said those Podland visitors feed themselves on pharmacy steroids. They do not know what they ask for under the sun and spat before they walked in. 

The same night he was having sex from behind her on top of the black leather couch doggy style and she was juicing down dripping wet, he had to lay down blanket in couch in his western style rented condo. 

It felt so great he refused to let her leave the couch until he used XXL packets of condoms twelve times in the night, making both unable to get up from the sofa in the morning. 

“Blat, we should have used the bed but you juice so much my bed is in water.”

She kissed him on the cheek. “Kop Kun Krap.” 

***

The next night she asked her big bad bull to juice her well in one-night stand in her favourite resort spa.

They had dinner, and she started massaging his neck to his shoulders in their private suite.

“I am not very good at it.”

When he can hear knocking on the door, she leaves to open and let in two foreigners from Europe.

They both are blond wearing collegiate tops saying Amsterdam.

Their waist and chest bust are proportionately larger than hers, but they kiss each other on the cheek. She slips in her wet tongue while brushing her hand at her friends in between. 

The both European women are feeling pleasure as she unwraps her Georgian candy open before his eyes.

Pan Narak brought two dutch burgers to lick her bulls balls she would juice on him to document imagery of filled condom record researching origins of orgy at occult grand research project for her university papers. 

She was watching farang youth eating her stud balls while she spoke on phone with her mother about the soap opera she is watching on TV. 

“I love you.” He said when she sat on him spreading herself holding his magic stick all moist and ready to stick in her short fuse box.

When she hangs up her mobile, she starts breathing heavy letting him inside.

“The cuckold terrorism made me wet. I’m sitting on you now.”

Her first Golden Shower after tea bagging as adventure because she agreed to bring Dutch girls so she could have orgy she met in her campus via study exchange programme.

They agree to have her stud up eating his balls like they are burgers, arousing him hard, adding love to his lover and after she has his load in her bag once they tea bag him. She will let them urinate over her face both at the same time, giving her the Golden Shower experience.

Once she pulled off his protection and wrapped it in tissue, she slipped it in her handbag. 

She walked into a middle room, watching him from their bed how two Dutch women stand up from left to right on a chair and pull their pelvis up by hand, looking down at her.

They start spraying urine over head showering her wet to toes. 

***

Her doggy style swings on her uncle these were her thoughts while waiting for Ban Toya to have breakfast. She still felt a little from the golden shower ritual she made last night.

When Toya approaches her, he smiles and waves his hand.

“What you fock,blat?”

“You stupid. Impossible.”

“It is a bad translation of how we say hello and how are you in Latvian.”

She bursts to laugh. But before he came, she was thinking about how her father sent her to her uncle’s orchard to stab her in the back. 

He was pushing so hard while she bent open her back, holding on her childhood swings. Her dad looking at her smoking a cigarette, looking away every time she starts to feel her joy seeing him in her eyes.

She pushes in him hard, looking at her uncle back, holding her mouth with her closed fist, her naïve eyes feeling joy inside while her father is not looking.

He later appreciated his uncle tapping on his shoulders, celebrating their business closure. 

Her uncle was Manager-Director of an international flights company. He was extremely busy and left early for his wife and daughter.

He brushes tissue over his wet forehead in burning hot Thailand in April.

“I must go. Thanks for a gift. I think you, me and your business partners will do great business.”