User28823
do not go gentle into that good night
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The plan was simple:
- arrive to the Netherlands
- mog Dutch tallfag klinefelters with face card + physique harmony + lifts
- attend Defqon and accidentally acquire a raver gf and pretend like she doesn't have 300 bodies
- return home with crazy stories to post on .org
but fate had other plans..
I landed at Schiphol and took a shuttle straight to my premium cottage I booked (private hot tub, sauna, huge ass bed). The first Dutch guy I see is this lanky subhuman tour guide nigga with a weak jaw and brutal recession giving me the keys, looked like a lamp post quite frankly (brutal tallfag klinefelter physiognomy), I easily frame mogged him.
Anyway, I settle in and step out in my tight black tee, veins absolutely popping from the intense heat and this cute HTB who works for the property owner or some shit starts 'helping' with the tour. Gave me intense nostalgia of college orientation when some foid randomly started chatting me up that I never pursued due to high inhib, but I was not making that mistake again. Bro she would not shut the fuck up. Like zero filter, yapping at 200 bpm about the local scene, how she loves hardstyle, how the weather is so crazy this year, asking me where I'm from, what I do (the cottage is expensive asf so she obviously knows I'm well off). I figured she was on something light, probably molly or just Dutch autism because no normal girl talks to a stranger like that for so long
I mention my track drought. Told her I've been stuck in playlist hell and how every good track is burned into my brain, how the new shit sounds like recycled garbage. Her eyes lit up like I just proposed .. talking bout some 'oh my god i have so many tracks you'll love'
. Next thing I know she's on my couch with her phone connected to the bluetooth blasting mid 2021 headhunterz that I listened to years ago. I'm sitting there nodding like it's the hardest shit ever while dying inside because I've listened to all of this shit a thousand times already, but I just sit and nod like a good boy cuz she's bad asf
I asked her who she came here with and she goes... 'myself'
At this point I start teasing her about how my taste is better than hers (narcissistic ego) and she's fake-mad laughing and hitting my arm (I could break her in half), we are vibing heavy thanks to the pregab I took.
Then the bomb drops. Defqon 1 gets fully cancelled. Some code red alarm for extreme heat. Venue posts the news and a bunch of people are seething, get a notice to leave by morning. My cortisol would normally spike but I had a htb in my proximity so I genuinely could not give a single flying fuck. She looks genuinely sad for like 2 seconds and then turns to me with this mischievous smile 'I guess we're having our own party then?' on some nikki freeman shit
She says she wants to go to the hot tub.. I said bitch are you crazy it's hot asf.. and she's like no it's okay we'll turn the heater off and cool down. I said you don't even have a bikini and she goes 'dont need it'
So we go to the private hot tub and she starts stripping down into her underwear and I'm seeing the full package - insane ass for her tiny frame and waist, small boobs but who gives af tits are cope anyway I'll just pay for her implants or whatever. We get in the water and she wants to show me more tracks and starts telling me her whole life story, how she hates dutch guys
She keeps getting closer, brushing her legs against mine and then she just fucking goes for it and puts her hand on my thigh under the water and then next thing you know she's slipping into my shorts wrapping around my cock and slowly stroking me off (not even pregab could hold back my insane erection). She's biting her lip, looking me dead in my eyes and I try to hold it together but I genuinely just blow my load right there. I'm blasting ropes and pulsing in her grip but thank god for the aggressive bubbles because the entire load just disappears into the foam like it never happened. She doesn't even notice, still stroking and smiling while I genuinely have to larp like I'm not being tortured on some post nut keeps going torture shit, about to seize as she keeps stroking
I regain momentum quickly (low refractory prolactin pill) as she forces my hand down her bikini and goes 'Room. Now'. We both get out dripping wet. She doesn’t even bother wrapping a towel, just walks inside with her ass cheeks bouncing. We barely make it through the door before I spin her around, yank the bikini top down and start sucking on her small but perky tits while she’s moaning. I push her back onto the big couch, rip the bottoms off, and spread her legs.
She was dripping. I lined up and pushed in raw. tight, warm, and gripping me like a vice. Thanks to the hot tub quickshot I lasted like a fucking champ this time. First thrust she lets out this loud whore moan that echoed through the cottage like she wanted everyone to know. I start railing her deep and hard, the couch creaking, her perky tits bouncing with every stroke. She’s clawing my back, legs wrapped around me, screaming some shit in dutch that I don't even understand.. talk about conquered by BPC (big polish cock). I flip her over doggy, grab that fat ass and pound her senseless. She’s pushing back, creaming on my dick, cumming loud as fuck within minutes. I pull her hair, smack her ass red, and keep going for ages until I finally finish all over her ass.
Anyway we passed tf out exhausted as fuck after that. Woke up in the morning tangled up and we left the cottage. She showed me around Amsterdam like a proper tour guide gf doing jester activities like visiting canals, weird coffee shops, some random street food.. total normie shit. I’m staying in the city until my flight back so who knows what will happen from here. Going to a local rave with her once she's finally ready.. bitches be taking forever
anyway peace cucks
@tansel @Mogs Me @Waffe @crypsis @GeneticDeadEnd
- arrive to the Netherlands
- mog Dutch tallfag klinefelters with face card + physique harmony + lifts
- attend Defqon and accidentally acquire a raver gf and pretend like she doesn't have 300 bodies
- return home with crazy stories to post on .org
but fate had other plans..
I landed at Schiphol and took a shuttle straight to my premium cottage I booked (private hot tub, sauna, huge ass bed). The first Dutch guy I see is this lanky subhuman tour guide nigga with a weak jaw and brutal recession giving me the keys, looked like a lamp post quite frankly (brutal tallfag klinefelter physiognomy), I easily frame mogged him.
Anyway, I settle in and step out in my tight black tee, veins absolutely popping from the intense heat and this cute HTB who works for the property owner or some shit starts 'helping' with the tour. Gave me intense nostalgia of college orientation when some foid randomly started chatting me up that I never pursued due to high inhib, but I was not making that mistake again. Bro she would not shut the fuck up. Like zero filter, yapping at 200 bpm about the local scene, how she loves hardstyle, how the weather is so crazy this year, asking me where I'm from, what I do (the cottage is expensive asf so she obviously knows I'm well off). I figured she was on something light, probably molly or just Dutch autism because no normal girl talks to a stranger like that for so long
I mention my track drought. Told her I've been stuck in playlist hell and how every good track is burned into my brain, how the new shit sounds like recycled garbage. Her eyes lit up like I just proposed .. talking bout some 'oh my god i have so many tracks you'll love'
. Next thing I know she's on my couch with her phone connected to the bluetooth blasting mid 2021 headhunterz that I listened to years ago. I'm sitting there nodding like it's the hardest shit ever while dying inside because I've listened to all of this shit a thousand times already, but I just sit and nod like a good boy cuz she's bad asfI asked her who she came here with and she goes... 'myself'
At this point I start teasing her about how my taste is better than hers (narcissistic ego) and she's fake-mad laughing and hitting my arm (I could break her in half
), we are vibing heavy thanks to the pregab I took.Then the bomb drops. Defqon 1 gets fully cancelled
. Some code red alarm for extreme heat. Venue posts the news and a bunch of people are seething, get a notice to leave by morning. My cortisol would normally spike but I had a htb in my proximity so I genuinely could not give a single flying fuck. She looks genuinely sad for like 2 seconds and then turns to me with this mischievous smile 'I guess we're having our own party then?' on some nikki freeman shit
She says she wants to go to the hot tub.. I said bitch are you crazy it's hot asf.. and she's like no it's okay we'll turn the heater off and cool down. I said you don't even have a bikini and she goes 'dont need it'
So we go to the private hot tub and she starts stripping down into her underwear and I'm seeing the full package - insane ass for her tiny frame and waist, small boobs but who gives af tits are cope anyway I'll just pay for her implants or whatever. We get in the water and she wants to show me more tracks and starts telling me her whole life story, how she hates dutch guys
She keeps getting closer, brushing her legs against mine and then she just fucking goes for it and puts her hand on my thigh under the water and then next thing you know she's slipping into my shorts wrapping around my cock and slowly stroking me off (not even pregab could hold back my insane erection). She's biting her lip, looking me dead in my eyes and I try to hold it together but I genuinely just blow my load right there. I'm blasting ropes and pulsing in her grip but thank god for the aggressive bubbles because the entire load just disappears into the foam like it never happened. She doesn't even notice, still stroking and smiling while I genuinely have to larp like I'm not being tortured on some post nut keeps going torture shit, about to seize as she keeps stroking
I regain momentum quickly (low refractory prolactin pill) as she forces my hand down her bikini and goes 'Room. Now'. We both get out dripping wet. She doesn’t even bother wrapping a towel, just walks inside with her ass cheeks bouncing. We barely make it through the door before I spin her around, yank the bikini top down and start sucking on her small but perky tits while she’s moaning. I push her back onto the big couch, rip the bottoms off, and spread her legs.
She was dripping. I lined up and pushed in raw. tight, warm, and gripping me like a vice. Thanks to the hot tub quickshot I lasted like a fucking champ this time. First thrust she lets out this loud whore moan that echoed through the cottage like she wanted everyone to know. I start railing her deep and hard, the couch creaking, her perky tits bouncing with every stroke. She’s clawing my back, legs wrapped around me, screaming some shit in dutch that I don't even understand.. talk about conquered by BPC (big polish cock). I flip her over doggy, grab that fat ass and pound her senseless. She’s pushing back, creaming on my dick, cumming loud as fuck within minutes. I pull her hair, smack her ass red, and keep going for ages until I finally finish all over her ass.
Anyway we passed tf out exhausted as fuck after that. Woke up in the morning tangled up and we left the cottage. She showed me around Amsterdam like a proper tour guide gf doing jester activities like visiting canals, weird coffee shops, some random street food.. total normie shit. I’m staying in the city until my flight back so who knows what will happen from here. Going to a local rave with her once she's finally ready.. bitches be taking forever
anyway peace cucks
@tansel @Mogs Me @Waffe @crypsis @GeneticDeadEnd
