There are so many little nuances about the mongering game here in this town. One of them is how you just never know quite know the status of any girl you come across. They range from unabashed, hardcore hookers to sweet and innocent vestal virgins to everything in between. Sure, you can make your assumptions based on outwardly appearances to an extent, but sometimes, the line between one extreme and the other extreme is surprisingly grey.

Ok, if you liked last week’s episode with naughty little schoolgirl Sally in her uniform getting naughty in an open field, (which many of you seem to), then you’re gonna love this weeks installment. Before I even begin to explain what happened, I wanna offer up some public-service-advice: When you’re masturbating in front of your computer (and masturbate you will!), and you blow your load into whatever you use to catch it, be extra careful not to get even one drop on your right hand—especially the index finger—as you’re wiping away the remaining snotty drippage from your pecker.

When you left your Pinay-pussy-gettin’ hero last week, I was just entering the pretty mouth of the more voluptuous Mhine after having fucked her slimmer bargirl colleague Alona moments earlier. I know what you’re thinking: This guy must be poppin’ Cialis or Viagra out of a Pez™ dispenser attached to his hip. Wrong, guys. One thing you’ll learn if you ever have the balls to leave your sheltered lives to come here: There’s no better penile stimulant than the natural arousal you’ll feel in the carnal company of these lovely little brown women we call Pinays.

Chained to the bathroom cabinet, naked, legs splayed out, with a mouthful of sperm, Ngern is quite accepting of her situation. She works at the precious metal exchange, she is the tea lady. All the high flying gold and silver traders shout orders down the phone and throw bits of paper at each other. Deals go on and prices fluctuate. Ngern is quite in awe of all the traders, and does not really know what the fuck they are doing, except that they are on a higher level that she is. Ngerns serves tea, coffee and biscuits. She also serves up an easy blow job, or a fuck across the trading room desk, whenever any of the high fliers feels like a quicky. She will do anything for anyone she feels is on a higher level than herself. She actually gets used relatively infrequently, the traders all have their own hi society stuck up girlfriends and hookers that often come round and get fucked in the VIP rooms and the lift. But, in recognition of her devoted service to the exchange, she was awarded a pair of silver leggings, to make her look and feel good. The horrible truth is that Ngern is even more stuck up than anyone else at the exchange. Easy though she maybe for any trader, anyone else that she feels is on the same level as herself does not get a look in. If you meet her and cannot convince her that you are amongst the worlds wheeler dealer elite, she won't want to know. I am not totally sure she believed me when I told her that I was a film star, something in my confident manner, but if fucking worked. As soon as it dawned on her that I might be slightly superior, she became quite subservient. A bloody good fuck, beautiful chunky little figure with firm wide titties. She took my cock straight down her throat. I fucked her in the toilet, she seemed quite at home. I fucked her asshole, her chubby tits bobbing, and her head swaying, with her thick black hair matted with sweat. She seemed quite at ease with my bell end up her rectum, her sphincter gliding up and down the shaft of my cock. Knowing her position in society, from her own point of view, Ngern was totally accepting of her condition. Chained to the bathroom cabinet, my sperm dripping out of her mouth onto her chin, and dripping out of her anus onto the ceramic floor sticking to her buttocks, the thought going through Ngerns mind was, how do I serve tea now with my hands chained up? To get the most out of this video, watch it between billion dollar trades and flicking bits of paper.

I told you last week it was a small town, didn’t I? This week’s episode shows you that once again. So I’m setting out to patrol on an overcast afternoon and I don’t even make it to the main road before I run into another familiar face; and a pretty one at that. It’s Ciara, the two-time Trike Patrol babe now, walking arm in arm with a taller friend.

Sometimes, when I tell my friends back home about this place, I use excited, exaggerated metaphors like, “if you come here, you’ll be neck-deep in pussy man!” While it is true there’s copious amounts of female companionship to be acquired, I’ve never actually been “neck-deep” in pussy, haha.

Hey guys. It’s John again. Fresh off the meat-wagon that is also known as my external hard-drive, is an episode that I shot a few days after Ping’s encounter with me while I was in Thailand. If you like ‘em stacked up high, counter-balanced in the rear and perfectly fit in between, then Paw here will have you pawing away at your one-eyed zipper snake within moments of her stripping! I fucking guarantee it. She definitely has a different haircut here but it doesn’t matter… this Thai girl’s body screams “sex sex sex!” and was enticed me from the beginning. That thick juicy fat fucking ass and those perfect big tits man, that body!! The girl was asking for it.

High season in Pattaya and you never know what to expect when going to the Agogo's. You're favorite place may be packed out or relatively tame. Ground floor Walking St Agogo's tend to run the highest customer counts. I went into what use to be one of my favorite Agogo's which has suffered a quality control issue over the last two years, I think too many new agogo's took some of their better girls. As usual I scanned the girls looking for the Candypop type and Ju was making tequila round. I asked her if she was up for movie time and she said sure. I had to do a double take as it's not usually this easy, but she meant it and we were off. At the Shag pad she showed off some real dancing skills and her sexy sultry nature was apparent. I rode her in multiple positions as this girl was in no rush to go anywhere so I took my time and planned it out. After shooting my load in her face I can say I felt much better as another night had been accomplished.

In case you didn’t already know, there’s an all-out war going on 24/7 across the internet. It’s a war that pits lonely, sex-starved Western men against each other, in efforts to gain the attention and affections (real or imagined) of Filipina webcam girls, also known by the nefarious sounding label “cyber-sex workers”. But the silly wankers from afar don’t even have a fair chance. You see, Filipinas are naturals when it comes to this type of work.

It was 9 o’clock at night and all was quiet on this dark little Filipino side street. All except the voices in my devious pussy-fiend of a head that is. It’s like an unstoppable force, the quest for new Filipina trim. I’m beyond any resemblance of self-control at this point. My ever-burning hunger for it has grown a mind of it’s own now; all the more obsessively dedicated by the urgings and encouragement from the viewers of this very site you’re on.