As I’ve done a few times now, I was lurking in the shadows of this residential area behind my hotel like the diabolical pussy troll that I am, hoping to snare a hot piece of Pinay puki coming home or heading out to the bars, in any possible state of sobriety or not. As chance would have it, I soon heard a figure coming towards me, happy to see it appeared female. The girl, wearing a nice dress, had hear nose buried in her cell phone as she walked nearer. I moved under a streetlight so as not to startle her and she looked up to see me standing there in front of her.

I said hi and tried to look as non-threatening is possible, and she just smiled and greeted me back. Her name was Irish and she had a nice sturdy looking figure on her. Her cell rang a moment later, but she didn’t answer. She said it was her friend and that’s who she was going to see, but who knows. We made some small chat, and I threw her some compliments and asked if she’d hang out with me for a short while instead of going to see her friend. This sexy 23 yr old agreed and even mentioned she was a “malibog” or horny girl and liked foreigners. So we hopped a trike and were off to my hotel.

After a little fooling around in the side-car with the night-vision cam, we were behind closed doors and I could finally see her under the light. Not a bad looking Pinay at all, with a very healthy looking build. Not a spinner, but not by any means fat or chubby. Just very solid and sexy. Let there be no misconceptions; Irish was keen to the game here and knew what was going to transpire. After all, she had a friend to go meet up with still, didn’t she. So some more breast fondling and then it was: Dick, meet Irish’s mouth. Hello Irish’s mouth, nice to “meat” you!

A very confident and resolute blow job ensued, not one of these “kiss & lick” girls. Irish knew how to suck some dick for sure. Since time was of the essence, I then just turned her around, lifted up that pretty dress of hers and stuffed my prick into that easy pussy from behind. The rush of adrenalin I feel upon that first thrash of my cock into a brand new vagina is unlike anything else I’ve felt. Who needs drugs? New pussy is my drug and I’m a full-fledged addict with no hope of recovery.

Irish enjoyed this sordid quickie too it sounded like; moaning like a bitch in heat as I slammed her from the rear. I find these chance, short-time encounters to be more “sexual” and exciting than most of the “dating” hook-ups I consummate. There’s just something more primal and “dirty” about these that make them more fun. I think the girls would agree too, especially Irish here. They can “act the slut” without worrying about judgment as they might from their boyfriend of husband. And that’s exactly what Irish did for me on this occasion.

The best part though—oh how great it was—which is inferred by this episode’s title, came at the end. After a myriad of pekpek-stabbing positions, I once again was behind Irish giving it to her doggy, when the tides of passion could be held back no longer and I injected her scandalous skunt with my man-schpackle. Of course, that itself is not that unusual anymore, but what happened next as she turned around to sit down was.

There is just something infinitely hilarious about involuntary sounds omitted from the body. And of those sounds—–burps, farts, and stomach noises—-there is one that sits head and shoulders above the rest for its context and elusiveness factors. It’s like the Clouded leopard of bodily noises; rare to witness, even rarer to catch on film in its natural habitat. Lucky for us, the natural habitat for Irish’s emphatic pussy queefing was in front of my Canon’s lens on a grimy bedspread in a third world short-time hotel.

What do ya think? Should I donate it to Nat Geo for biological research? Nah, much better to keep it here for the best Filipina fans on the web!

I’ve also found success just networking through the many layers of friends on the everyday sites like Tagged and FB. It’s really too easy now with the internet at your disposal. I’ve had conversation with some of my tourist monger friends and they’ve all but cut out the bars from the equation when it comes to planning their trips. A common method is to line up as much free (well, almost free) pussy as you can while you’re away, then see who shows up once you’re here and pick & choose from there. And as a last resort if none of them pan out one night, the bars are a quick Trike ride away for something to select and smash.

Bottom line is, these days, you never have to go without pussy here unless you want to. So this past week I met this skinny girl named Kiana on FB. She was a friend of a friend of a friend I think. I noticed her profile pic and she had that ultra-petite skinny frame I crave, so I trolled her with some photo comments before she hit me up on the FB chat asking who I was. That’s when I gave her my YM so we could chat with webcam and she seemed happy once she saw me. Guess I’m not that grotesque looking after all. She was funny and very down-to-earth so I figured I’d try my luck at setting up a date.

In another example of Home-Field Advantage, Kiana was surprised and happy to hear I was already in town and we could actually meet right away in person. As I pointed out last week, while many of these girls pretend to dream about “Mr. Right”, they will more oft than not jump at the beckon of “Mr. Right Now”. Fortunately, I was that guy in this case involving Kiana here.

So we planned to meet for a dinner at the Lucky Chinese restaurant, which is pretty fancy by this shithole town’s standards. I got there a little bit early to get a booth towards the back. Didn’t wanna be up front by the big window where everyone passing by could see my business. When you’re a sleaze-bucket of my calibre, you’ll know what I’m talking about. How many times have I mentioned how small this town is?

So I see this skinny legged girl in denim shorts out in front of the restaurant and wasn’t sure if it was Kiana at first. She was standing there texting and looking around as if waiting for someone. Then she turned to enter and I saw it was her. I was happy she looked prettier in person as she approached. On the cam it was dark and her hair was up; she honestly didn’t look great but I fancy fucking anorexic looking chicks so I proceeded with lining up this date anyway. I’m glad I was wrong about my initial impressions of her then. She really was a cuter looking girl in person you’ll see.

So we have our first somewhat awkward hello’s and she sits down across from me smiling. She wasn’t as uncomfortable as you’d expect a young girl meeting a strange foreigner for the first time to be, which probably says she’s done this before. That’s ok, so have I. I will say she did come off smarter than the average slag around here, which made for semi-nice conversing with. We got through the ice and had an enjoyable meal together, during which she agreed we would do some “photo-taking” later. She even mischievously hinted at some possible monkey-business too; I kinda liked this girl. For a night at least, haha.

After dinner it was out into the thick night air with that unmistakable aroma of 3rd world squalor hitting you as soon as you open the door. So of course we followed that up by hopping aboard some 3rd world transportation for our ride home. When our trike let us off at my pre-arranged short-time hotel, I was fairly confident this date was going to end how I wanted.

Just after Kiana changed into some other clothes she brought with her, we got down to some photography as talked about. But it was none too long before I couldn’t help myself from expressing how horny I was getting looking at her skinny legs and ass. There’s nothin’ like a young Asian girl’s petite little frame to get a guy my age all amped up and ready for action. I was boiling over at this point.

Sensing this, Kiana let her help her clothes off and also touch her small, yet large nippled, breasts. Then I liked and kissed them. Then, I moved lower, til finding her sweet, naturally haired love box. I ate her pussy til it was flowing with juice, then she returned the favor by softly sucking my cock. Then, it was time for what I’d been waiting all night for. To poke my bone into that slim framed skeleton of hers; it’s fucking bodies like these that make a man feel like King Kong. Heavenly!

Kiana whimpered softly throughout the sex; not one of these completely silent girls, but not a screamer either. When you’re ready to blow, you’re just ready. And it was soon time for me, so I burrowed my dick as deep down into her snug little cooze as possible and pulsed my ropes of glory all up in there. I pushed it so damn deep into her vulva, that I wasn’t sure if any of it would make it back out for the camera. But a few seconds later I was happy to see a little white trail of tears ooze out of her now gaping Southern territory.

Bolstered by their good English-speaking abilities, their “Asian-sweetheart-crossed-with-sexy-slut” inclinations make them the “Perfect Storm” of online webcam temptresses. Add in their uncanny abilities to garner sympathy and you have a brand of young Third World females who are exceptionally—and subtly—adept and skilled at separating supposedly more well-educated Western men from their money. If you’ve spent any amounts of time in some of the more popular Filipina webcam site chatrooms then you know exactly what I’m talking about.

Sometimes, just for fun, I’ll peruse one of these sites to see if anything catches my eye; just to pass the time mainly. And last week, while doing so, I stumbled across a girl named Leeann who sparked my interest by how wild and horny she appeared. I also had to chuckle at how desperate some of the other guys in the chatroom sounded. Times must be tough for the average males back home when it comes to getting enough pussy. I’ve seen guys in these chatrooms fight and curse with each other, while the girl is just waiting for someone to shut up and take them into “private chat”. That is how they get paid by these sites after all.

But their REAL income comes in the form of money remittances (Western U, etc) from some of these lonely buggers from abroad. Many of whom have never set foot in Asia and have no idea of whom or what they are getting involved in. They truly believe that they can “buy” these girls’ affections and/or loyalty, and lest I mention, chaste.

Nothing could be further from the truth based on my experiences and observations. The more you give, the less they respect you. Good words to live by in this realm of things. My best advice, of course, is this: Save your money until you can get on a plane and come over here yourself. That’s when the real fun begins. Everything else is just bullshit and money-wasting.

Case in point was my chat session observation of Leeann. She had all these guys from all over the World fawning over her and vying for her attention. Making all sorts of crazy promises like “I’ll come to visit you baby” and “I wanna marry you”, etc. Believe me, these girls have heard it all, and for them, it’s simple: Put up or shut up.

Filipinas are a funny sort; until you are in front of them physically, you don’t really exist. You’re just a name on a flat computer screen and a potential source of income to feed them and their families. They live for today. Who they see right now. What money they can touch right now. They don’t give two shits about what you “might” do six months from now after you’ve saved up enough Walmart checks to buy a plane ticket to come see them. That’s as real to them as Santa Claus.

But those of us lucky enough to be here nearly full-time, why, we have a little something I like to describe as “Home-field Advantage”. Regardless of what promises you’ve made from afar, or what promises they have made in return (like: “I won’t fuck anyone else until you come baby, promise!”), if one of us mongers with home-field advantage appears in front of them, it’s game on. You see, we are here and you are not. That’s all that matters. And in Leeann’s case, as you’re about to see, this point was on display in living color through the help of my trusty Trike Patrol video camera.

I paid a small amount for a short private chat with her. Just long enough to tell her I was literally down the street from her right now and she could make a quick cash grab with me if she wanted. Of fucking course she wanted. So minutes later, she was at my short time hotel room door, looking as wild and slutty as she did on cam.

There were no bones about it; she was here to suck and fuck my brains out and that was it. Do you think she gave even one second’s thought to any of her online “boyfriends” before putting her legs up in the air on my bed? Highly doubtful based on my recorded results here.

Leeann had all the markings of a real hardcore sex veteran, while claiming to only be 21 years of age. I’m really not sure how old she was, but if she was truly 21, I suspected she was much older in “pussy years”. Or maybe we should measure that by “cock-mileage”, in which case, her odometer reading would probably be quite alarming if you knew it.

But to a shameless pussy-hound like me who never has enough, it was a quick, yet thoroughly enjoyable fuck session with this moaning, groaning cyber-skunt as I stuffed her meaty vulva with my purple swelling dork. In the end, I jizz-basted the insides of her vaginal walls so that it slopped out nicely for all you viewers back home.

Let’s just hope she cleans up well enough before putting that pussy back on display for the WesternUnion boys’ computer screens!

Afterwards, we had dinner at the Cabana Canteen (good southern-US style “soul” food) up there, while we talked about the fun we’d had earlier. Since I had already busted a nut on the barhop and had a good feed, I figured I’d go settle up at the short-time hotel room I hadn’t needed that day. Some days I use them, some days I don’t. They’re cheap anyway.

But on the way back there, approaching in the dark street, was a petite looking girl in a sexy dress. So I called out to her and turned my “night vision” camera function on, noticing her smiling widely but still slightly apprehensive. As she came closer, her eyes seemed to light up when she got a better look at me, the handsome devil that I am. So I asked where she was going and she basically just kept on laughing and giggling, trying to hold it back but unable to. It was actually pretty funny.

I’m not sure if she was drunk or something; maybe just returning home from the bars too, but she seemed like she was ready to jump my bones right there in the street. Recognizing this, I asked if she was a horny girl to which she just continued to grin and laugh, pretty much answering my question. So I was gonna get use of this pre-paid short-time room after all!

This girl’s unbridled lasciviousness had to be alcohol related, because there’s just no other way to reasonably explain how a chick would just run to a short-time hotel room with a foreigner she just met on a dimly-lit street. Her bawdy behavior would be taken up a notch or two when we got to the top of the stairs. We weren’t even in the ROOM yet and this girl is sucking my cock furiously like she was mad at it! Right there in the fucking hallway! What causes this!??

So I move things into my room after I start to hear some doors squeaking down below and was worried about getting caught. Angel, which is her name by the way, just kept on sucking once inside the room. She even let me push my cock pretty deep down her moist slippery throat; including some face-fucking action on the edge of the bed. What a horny girl!

After eating her pussy, then fucking her hard in every position we could come up with, I inseminated her with a massive steamy load that would take at least two morning-after pills to eradicate. I heard on the news that there’s this company in London who can deliver those pills in the morning via bicycle. That might be a good business venture for someone to get in around here——–especially when I’m in town!

Of course we greet each other, and Ciara introduces me to her cute friend Aiza, who is a full head higher than our diminutive friend. We get to talking about our past “picture-taking” experiences together and Ciara very quickly offers up her friend Aiza for the same. I wanted her to join also but she said she was “busy”. For a girl of Ciara’s ilk in this town, that can only mean one thing. Hey, she’s a working class girl.

I was still so close to the short-time pad I’d just rented, so we just walked back there together; Ciara merely escorting her friend before needing to scurry off to her other “engagement”. Aiza was pretty quiet throughout all of this, but I could tell she had something inside her that was hot. If things went the way I’d planned, she was about to have another hot thing inside her.

So we start by having her pose for some photos, and I must say she had a really photogenic smile on her, her eyes looking straight into the camera. Then I ask her if she’s a horny girl, and she seductively answers yes. I ask her if she’s horny now. Yes again. So now it’s go time. I move in closer, caressing her breast area and sliding down her top. Moments later, my cock is in her soft, inviting mouth, enjoying her gentle tongue laps on its head.

Then, not unlike Crystel last week in this very same room, we masturbate in front of each other to get heated up even more so. I added to the fire by moistening up her snatch even further with my tongue. But the real treat finally came for both of us when I pushed my veiny bulge into her slippery soft love hole. As you’ll hear in the video, this was not a girl who was shy about enjoying a good dick down from a foreign stranger she just met.

Aiza let it be known how much she enjoyed every gut-crushing stroke by her intermittent sultry moans. She took it front-ways, she took it back-ways; she took it ontop and reversed, until there came a point where I just couldn’t overcome my cum that was coming. That point perfectly came as I came inside her tight tingling twat, which you will enjoy seeing drizzle slowly from her opening like molasses out of a tree. But what’s to become of my cum I wonder. Does it merely all die in the hotel linen laundry or do remnants grow to graduate on to bigger and better things? A handsome half-Pinoy / half foreign lad would look real good in the Trike! What’s bigger and better than carrying on this great tradition of Pinay pussy pillaging for the entire World to enjoy?

Earlier this week, while walking around the corner to grab a Trike, I noticed an interesting female figure in red walking towards me. I slowed my pace a bit so as to let her catch up and met her just in front of the trike area.

This was in a back-street neighborhood, so I assumed she was leaving her house on her way to somewhere. She even had a 4-legged companion accompanying her down the road. It made me ponder what the difference between him and I was at that moment. I think I had it: One of us was a scruffy, pussy-hounding mongrel….and the other was, well, just a dog.

As she came closer, I saw that she had a really cute and intriguing face, but was a little bit shocked to see a foreigner in her own back yard there. I said hi and pretended to be lost, which she seemed to receive well enough. Her name was Crystel and she was fine to let me walk with her up towards the trike area. She said she was on her way to a friend’s place, so I knew I had to act fast if I wanted this to go anywhere.

In the few remaining steps we had left, I calmly joked around with her a little bit; disarming her just enough to drop the famous question: “Would you like to join me at my hotel for a while?” And with that infectious smile of hers, Crystel said, “Ok!”, so we were on our way in the nearest trike. What a cute girl!

We got back to my little short-time pad, which is not the same hotel I’m actually staying at. You see, on days when I know I’m going to be on patrol for new trim, I’ll start off by getting a second cheap little hotel room just for that purpose. I have too many other “girlfriends” here in town and cannot be seen heading into my regular hotel with Trike Patrol quarry. It’s really a small town and people do nothing but gossip, or “chikka-chikka”, for a living here. If gossip were an Olympic event, Pinoys would win gold every time.

Once inside, Crystel seemed a little apprehensive at first, but she was no stranger to this scenario and eventually assumed the position that all naughty Filipinas know to assume once inside a strange tourist’s hotel: Down on the knees! That was more like it. She offered up a fairly energetic and thorough blow job, with ample amounts of hand-wanking and ball-licking mixed in. I smiled.

Then, adding to the anticipation, she laid back on the bed so we could both masturbate in front of each other a little while. I love it when a girl is not afraid to pleasure herself; that clit-rubbing they do to themselves really turns me on.

When I finally got my dirty dog dick into her now moist cock-muzzle, I was delighted at how damn tight it was. And judging by her groans and grimaces, the intense feeling was mutual. Crystel clenched her eyes shut and pointed her chin skyward while I plowed away at her.

It looked as if she was entering her own special place during those moments, probably hoping her Asian-sized orifice would hold up against my Western-sized girth. It was a clash of Civilizations of sorts, on a genital level, and by just observing the sheer physics of something thrashing deep inside something else, I think it’s safe to say my merlot-helmeted conquistador was the victor.

After changing positions a few more times, I finished up in the only manner that a self-respecting, cunt-crushing canine would: Doggy-style! And to honor nature’s intentions even more so, I spastically infused Crystel’s soft fleshly innards with my species-continuing DNA.

As you’ll notice though, most of it globbed out of her freshly fucked slit and onto the short time sheets, so hopefully no litters of JohnT pups 9 months from now; but then again, I did only say “most” of it.

Hey, somebody’s gonna have to take over Trike Patrol in 2031, right?

But in this week’s episode, I think I came as close as you can get to that euphemism. While spending a hot afternoon by the hotel pool, I noticed two girls wearing sunhats about to go swimming. I zoomed in with my cam and immediately recognized a familiar face. It was Mayka, from our “Off The Beaten Path Pussy” episode like 9 months ago! She was a good little lay, so I was happy to see her again, but I was even more interested in the cute young friend she was with.

So I waved her over to my table and it turns out the friend was actually an 18-yr old cousin, named Jeremay. Very cute and innocent looking. We ordered some food and made small-talk, and then decided to cool off in the pool for a bit. I had my special cam with me, so I was able to take some cool underwater footage of our dip. That was the part where I was almost literally neck-deep in snatch; fooling around with both pussies beneath the surface.

The underwater sea-monkey-business made for an easy transition to dry land activities, which, in this case, meant bringing both of them to my hotel room’s bed just meters away. Moments later I experienced the scenario that every man should before he dies; having two celestial young babes sharing your cock with their mouths. It’s the ultimate feeling of gratifying praise. Having two members of the opposite sex kneel down before you like you’re a Greek God and take turns inserting your ugliest part into their pie-holes. Thoroughly enchanting.

Then I got to the business I was most interested in; breaking the plane of a brand new love tunnel, that of the adorable looking Jeremay. It was a tight squeeze going in, so tight I wasn’t sure it was gonna go at first. I felt like I might break something in there, and could only go about half-way in initially. But I carved out my place and got to enjoy this most pleasurable of cock quivers.

After enjoying Jeremay’s freshness in as many positions as possible, I tended to Mayka’s well-weathered pussy also. While no where near as tight as her cousin’s, it was still relatively snug for such an “active” fun-loving girl. She clearly enjoyed the pussy-flogging I gave her, maybe moreso than her less-experienced cousin. But to finish things up, I had to get back in Jeremay’s pussy a bit more. So I switched out from Mayka to Jeremay for more of that vice-gripping 18 year old snatch action.

I was thinking about injecting this young debutante with my impending load, but in the spirit of fairness, decided to share the offering on both of their faces instead. This week’s episode proves once again: The only better way to spend a hot afternoon in the Philippines than fucking a young Filipina is………fucking TWO young Filipinas!

Life is good in the land of the Trike!

Everyone is different though; some guys get more selective and pickier the longer they are here. For myself, I find it’s the opposite. I get less and less choosy about the types of girls I’ll go after. With the experiences I’ve had, I’ve come to learn that pussy is pretty damn good, regardless of its packaging. The whole “don’t judge a book by its cover” rule applies for me.

Some other factors lead me to lying down with almost anything female as well. First & foremost, I’m a complete sex addict. Always have been, always will be. I’ve been mesmerized by anything with tits since I was a young boy. Sex and the prospect of sex totally control’s my life and entire way of being. It’s utterly consuming in every respect of my personality. You might even say I’m Obsessive-Compulsive about it. And it’s because of that simple fact that I find it difficult to turn away from even the slightest chance of plunging myself into a pussy I haven’t plunged yet.

Another factor is, simply put, I’m lazy. If a girl passes in front of me appearing like a sheep screaming to be fleeced—-“Baaa Baaaa Baaaa, fleece me!”—-then I’m not going to let something small like her weight or her looks get in the way of me fleecing her. And by fleece, I mean cram my cock into as many of her holes as possible, metaphorically speaking.

Seriously, why pass up “easy” pussy just because it’s not “perfect” pussy? I don’t get the guys who do that. I have some friends who are like that. They claim it’s about their “standards” which I scoff at. Standards? You’re in the 3rd world paying to screw chicks 20 years younger than you. Please don’t tell me about standards.

My standard is simple: I’ll screw anything. And it can truly be called a “standard” because it’s the same regardless of where I am; whether here, or back home, or anywhere else. If pussy presents itself, it’s getting fucked. I should call that “The Pink Standard”. If it’s pink on the inside, it meets my standard. See how easy that is?

So earlier this week, while near the mall, I saw this rather full-bodied gal in a maroon colored dress walking by. She was heading for the trike area and I was going home too so I caught up with her to say hello. Her name was Arlene and she certainly wasn’t the hottest chick I’ve even seen, but I was going to be friendly and see what was what. She did have some nice luscious looking tits from what I could see, so I figured what the hell.

The thing about “larger” girls is that they tend to really appreciate your attention more. Now, some guys enjoy being “ignored” and having that “challenge” of pursuing a “hot” girl, but not me all of the time. Like I said, I’m lazy and sometimes I just want pussy as simply as possible. Arlene was 23 yrs old she said and seemed really nervous about me talking to her. She was definitely not used to the attention and that was sort of a strange turn-on for me I have to say.

So we end up sharing a trike ride where I can get a better view of those moist, heaving breasts of hers. Even though she was trying to hide it, I could tell pretty quickly that Arlene was hoping to get fucked today. As a heftier gal, she wasn’t confident enough to force the issue herself, but I knew if I coaxed her along slowly, she’d have those meaty thighs spread open for me in no time. It’s like the old horse-to-water proverb, only different. You can lead a skinny girl to your cock, but you can’t make her eat. With Arlene here, I had no such worries. It was high-noon and she was clearly one who doesn’t skip lunch.

Hoping my pecker was on the menu, I invited her up to my hotel room where we had some awkward conversation at first. I could sense it was mere nonsense for her and she was just itching to get her meat-hooks onto my dick and into her mouth. Just moments later, my premonition would be proven right. Arlene was like a Hungry Hippo undoing my pants and going after my junk. She eagerly gorged herself on my pork-sword in quite the pleasurable and skillful fashion. I was surprised actually. One of the better blow-job’s I’ve had in a while.

While not appearing like much of a salad-eater, she lifted up my balls and tossed mine nicely. I returned some of her favors by munching on her surprisingly small pussy lips, which were shaved fashionably; another surprise. Once I got myself inside that pussy of hers, I was surprised yet again at how damn tight it was. Yes! Despite the large outer packaging, Arlene’s wet vagina was more constricting around my cock than the 4 or 5 petite girls I’ve had prior. Unreal gripping sensation! And while certainly a “chubby” girl, her 23 year old body was still firm and taut to the touch. There was nothing loose or saggy; because that would be a turn-off, even for me.

And as has become my habit recently, I ended up inseminating her slick dripping love slot with my goo and watched as it globbed out of her like gravy leaking out of a turkey. This episode with Arlene just serves to prove that “scooter” theory correct once again: Fat girls are like scooters; fun to ride, just don’t let your friends see you doing it!

That last part may be a little difficult as this video just got posted on the most famous Filipina site in existence!

Now, do understand, it’s not always possible to bring every popular girl back for an encore on the site. You see, it’s almost Trike Patrol’s basic premise to “fuck & release” these chicks; not stay in touch with them for strings to be attached later. We leave that for all you bleeding-heart Western Union sponsor’s out there. We wouldn’t want to encroach on your money-ko “game” and spoil these girls too much, now would we?

That being said, sometimes a girl is so cute or so sexy we can’t resist ourselves. Ciara here was one of those exceptions. With skin as white as snow and nipples tinier than the jujubes® you ate as a kid, she came to us five months ago with the morning Sun’s golden glow upon her hair and a starry sparkle in her doe-like eyes. When her episode was first released, we even had personal friends—-true-blue, hardcore monger friends—-stop what they were doing and make long-distance international phone calls to us about her. No joke.

But Filipinas can be the flighty sort. Here one minute, gone the next. Especially girls of Ciara’s calibre. They come here from all 4,000 islands of the Philippines to “work” for short stints and then return home just as quickly. Work can mean a variety of things. It can be the traditional bargirl model, or on “stand-by” staying with a friend, or simply in town because a foreign chatmate or money-ko is in town currently and it’s time to play “girlfriend”. Trips back to the province are as frequent as they are unpredictable. Someone is sick, or enrolling back in school, on “steady barfine”, holidays, birthdays, weddings, funerals, or the most common reason——just because they feel like it.

To add to it all, they go through phone numbers like toilet paper. They’ll change or lose SIM cards or intentionally have 5 different ones to keep all of their money-ko’s and customers separate; usually mixing them up anyway. So, the point is, it’s not always easy to stay in touch with a girl you only met once for a morning short-time tryst five months ago. But luckily for us—and a lot of you apparently—when we texted Ciara last week about returning for another episode, she replied saying she was currently in town and would LOVE to do it again!

So without much further ado, and as anticipated, we present to you once again, the most charming of courtesans with that captivating body and those come-hither eyes………………the lovely Ciara.

When I got up top and had a look around, filming some of the busy late-afternoon traffic down below, I noticed someone else was up on the roof with me; a young girl, in a tight pink dress, leaning by the rail and intently looking down at the street below. I went over to her and said hello, and she said she was staying here at this hotel also, with her family. Her name was Shakira, 19 years old, but she talked and carried herself as a girl a bit older. 19 going on 40 maybe?

She had this “rough” look about her, with her metal dental-work and all, but could be cute at the same time. I found her husky, confident sounding voice to be rather sexy actually. I asked if she’d allow me to take some photos of her, which she did. It become quickly evident this girl had a naughty side; I could see a certain look in her eye which told me so.

We moved under some shelter a bit, and she allowed me to grab her nice bountiful breasts, then going further caressing the crevice between her legs. The next thing I knew, Shakira had my cock out and in her mouth. Talk about wherever, whenever! This girl must’ve had some kind of oral fixation. She was sucking my dick right there on the rooftop minutes after meeting me! And was rather skilled at it too I might add.

Her wanton sexuality and fearlessness had me extremely horny right then. I just couldn’t resist turning her around, bending her over and fucking her doggy style right there, which she allowed me to do with zero resistance or hesitation. Waka waka, what an animal! I had to get this girl inside to my hotel bed before someone caught us up there. So we halted our coital coagulation momentarily to move this party behind closed doors.

The heated exchange continued on immediately. Shakira enjoyed being fucked by my strange cock in such a satisfied and matter-of-fact manner that I could tell it’s probably something she makes a habit of. I didn’t let that thought slow me down one bit though, and you’ll see I continued to pound her wet pussy from every angle I could. Well, that is of course until I couldn’t fight off my bubbling hot load anymore. Which most of you will be happy to see, I pumped inside her vagina like a confectionery pastry pen filling up a cream-centered doughnut.

The footage I captured of it dripping out of her gaping snatch like a half-melted ice-cream sandwich is downright awe-inspiring to say the least. Enjoy my primordial brush with this shameless she-wolf of a young woman, Shakira! It was a fun one!