Hi Guys, it’s Ryno here. On this week’s patrol, one of TP’s very own members of the site, Mr. Beer, had a hankerin’ to get in on the action and see what all the fuss was about. He packed his bags and flew into the P.I. for the holidays to meet up with me and hopefully ensnare a hot little LBFM just like the ones he’s seen us get here on the site week after week.
Now I was determined to get Mr. Beer laid on his first day in the ‘Pines so I called up my driver and told him to meet us at the bar. After guzzling down several rounds on SanMig’s, the two of us hopped into the trike and began stalking the area for our soon-to-be prey.
It wasn’t long after I cut on my cam that we came across a slim Pinay walking down the street who told us that her name was Holly. So I did what any horny red-blooded American in the Philippines would do: Pretended to be a lost, confused and vulnerable tourist hoping to appeal to Holly’s sympathy and lure her into the trike.
The three of us headed back to the hotel where we told Holly that we were just going to change clothes and plan out the rest of our evening. Unbeknownst to Holly however, Mr. Beer and I had other plans for her besides just sightseeing the countryside.
At the hotel, we convinced Holly to allow us to shoot some photos of her. It goes without saying in the Philippines, that if you’re a foreigner and you invite a Filipina to go with you, and she agrees, that you’re probably going to get some pussy. It doesn’t matter if you ask her to be your tour guide, go on a date or ask her to come back to your apartment to wash your clothes.
I could sense that Holly was a little anxious as she had never been with a foreigner before, so I began acting like a drunken fool to lighten the mood. As soon as we saw that her anxiety had subsided, I attached the camcorder to my tripod and Mr. Beer dropped his trousers to reveal his own equipment to Holly.
Once Holly wrapped her silky lips around Mr. Beer’s German sausage, her fearfulness dissipated as she began to slurp on his tube steak like it was a strawberry jolly rancher. Soon enough, the hotel room was a chamber of moaning and groaning as she felt first-hand what it was like to be fucked by a foreigner. The two lovebirds just went at it while I sat back and filmed everything.
After all was said and done, Mr. Beer & I wanted to head back out to philander some more, but needed to part ways with our newly found tour guide since the tour we wanted was already complete. So I had my driver stop at a local convenience store where I asked Holly to jump out and grab a couple of drinks. That is where we put the trike into high gear and hauled ass outta there to continue our pussy hunting quest untethered. I’m sure she’ll find ‘er way home, it’s not that big a town after all!