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Poured into regulation uniform denim, with any logo will do vest. Showing off navel stud, and butterfly tat which flits across shoulders reined in only by the upholstery straps, no longer discreetly covered up but on show like slings shots of post puberty.
Holidaying northern European teenage female joins the island throng for a week or so before returning to the cooling rain of a greener homeland.
A suitably packaged perspective of lip gloss, condoms and confidence, emergency euro note tucked where only a most intimate embrace will discover. Drink as many breezers as possible before setting of on a nightly hunting of men at the last chance disco.
The hunter becomes the hunted.
Having exchanged their pith helmets for cloakroom tickets, José and Juan are vying in human jungle wait for one such pale skinned temptress, baiting the trap with tongue and digit.
toca…toca.
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