Love Her Hardcore

A Killer from Hell

Her lover project finished with foreigners and her black market wealth made her bloom.

"I care for those ludicrous farangs. I accepted them for convenience of their balls draining like a contraceptive in and out what I demand."

It was when she played her school parents, their brothers and sisters, their fathers and mothers in erotic games.

"They assumed I would slap my face in white powder."

Miss Pan Narak from Sakhon Nakhon province did made her soul natural from her father's wisdom; he trained her she had a lively eighteen birthday present from her parent stretching her limbs around his laps.

It was a tantalizing love story to the end, and it explained her a great lesson no matter what is the cost they pay for her love.

"I cannot believe they believed I am the virgin girl."

She had their school children's fathers look at the caring teacher at the rear of her automobile. Miss Pan Narak spread her legs.

It was their glare let the ink flow in a shape of her flower in greatness.

Her innocence crossing her parts apart forced them wander in to reveal with themselves in the car back seat. 

It was the strength she caressed her undergraduate in the restroom, letting his sacks free the pressure it expanded in her classroom.

Her minutes were high and no prudent mind could not figure out her motives to bloom the business in colours she knows.

"The souls taught me to discover in you pure affection."

Miss Narak remained the culture, displaying them to intimate amusements.

The academy early-year undergraduates she merely stayed love creating wealth through their love.

She wore her scholars shoulders, demanding in her fingernails, seeing them to her way she wished with them. If they won't pay for her school, their fathers will.

Sex sells it was her motto when origin of her orgy with her students and families in her school building pleasuring in mass sexual massacre.

Her dream about life came genuine, teaching the world of her ways.

Miss Pan Narak wrote her final grand project research column.

"Now dear scholars, we will review study of the astrology of focking."

It was Miss Thailand, our Pan Narak's last death choice, before Igno Bazuka lay grip of her with a knife of hate in a darkened avenue alley.

She was believing to show her scholars escort in day dream about her juniors and their ministers she entertained.

Earlier she made with them inside her, she resolved to draft it herself for her ultimate grand project.

Aries, you will experience a great orgy exploring multiple partners in one night journey. You will never resist nor forget the night of your lovers for the rest of your nights.

Taurus, you will fall in fear watching your partner take advantage of you sleeping with others.

Gemini, you will masturbate in a street corner because you cannot find a partner nor be able to pay for it.

Cancer, you will have the birth of a son.

Leo, you will smell a hairy bush of your partner exercising the right of your tongue.

Virgo, you will worry. You will feel like a virgin, but it is a lie. You will not worry much longer.

Libra, you will eat lunch and remember the taste of genitals.