Megan Waimes Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Browse Nearby Words

Damme Whore Belgium, Ball Licking and Sucking, Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

I can’t forget the old stone bridge over the river, Pont d’Échos. When dusk falls, it casts long shadows and I sometimes sit there contemplating life and love, listening to a distant, whispery wind echoing “Ida… Ida…”. It’s like nature’s own love story – tragic and beautiful all at once.

First snow arrives in the higher parts of Belgium (photos)