Two sex workers from the street prostitution in Hamburg St. Georg suck and fuck a guy in a beer bar
In the Rita, the tavern at the corner of Hansaplatz and Ellmenreichstrasse in Hamburg St.Georg, the sour aroma of fresh vomit, a blend from pre-digested beer and chewed dumplings, formerly filled with sheep cheese, poga?a, creeps down the stairs to the lower ground floor. Mixes there with the bluish cigarette smoke and the unsavory, gaseous excretions of the drunkards at the pitiful wooden counter, behind which the chubby Thage has been doing the day shift since six o’clock in the morning. Instead of breakfast, he refueled a number of Astra Urtyp and fig vodka, so that his level of alcohol with the pronounced cross-eyed viewing seduced the customers into thinking that the innkeeper was dead drunk.
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His bloated body pauses on his greasy forearms, which are defaced with prison tattoos, and he stares impassively from the basement hole into the distance. On the left, leaning against the wood paneling, Edgar dawns, with disheveled hair on the fiery red turnip. In front of it, the emaciated Sinica sways alarmingly in the drug intoxication, a broomstick in her hands, in a window niche. She fantasizes, reinforced by the impressions of the light effects and the electronic background noise of a slot machine, an absurdity.
"Did you notice that? How he ran out of the Rita?", Cengiz hoots, inhaling the intoxicating smoke gases from a joint with relish.
"Nah, I’m totally blind!" Grunts Thage, staring motionless," Complete idiot! Why are you letting that guy smoke off your weed?"
"Spoilsport! Don’t make such a fuss, Thage!" Bleats Edgar from the bar corner out of his half-sleep.
"Shit, Cengiz! The bastard pukes me in front of the entrance! Nobody wants to come in anymore!" Says Thage.
"Tip a bucket of water over it and it’s good," explains Edgar, toasting Cengiz thoroughly drunk.
"Yuck! What kind of mess is that?" Screeches Boobs Mila, who, accompanied by the Skinny and a john, wades through the strangled stomach contents.
"Get rid of the vomit, fat guy!" She grumbles.
"Shut your dirty mouth!" Shouts Thage back.
"Come on, let’s go into the back room!" Demands Rengin. The three night owls hide in a seat box in the partitioned room.
"Three schnapps with cherry juice!" Boobs Mila orders loudly.
"Yes, I’ll do that in a minute!" The fat man accepts.
"Well, you horny fucker! Tell us what you’ve got in your pants?" With these words, the Skinny digs the customer’s dick out of his trousers, which immediately towers straight up.
"Look at that! The decent cock wants to cum one hundred percent in your sweet mouth, Rengin!", Milana chuckles.
"Is that correct? Shall I suck you with my mouth to cum?", Rengin studies the john provocatively, plays with her fingers on his foreskin, heats the purple glans to a full erection.
"Yes!" Croaks the john timidly.
"And? But there is still something missing!", Milana roars briskly.
"What happened? Oh!" The john copes with embarrassment, hastily leafing a bank note on the bar table. Milana claws the greenback and trots to the counter.
"Now listen! You don’t fuck the guy in the back room!" Thage dictates.
"Don’t get upset, fat ass! I’m sure you’ll get your share." Grabs the drinks and goes back.
In the meantime, the Skinny has neatly exposed the hairy body of the john, the pleased man in turn groans with delight and dilated pupils, while the limbs of her hands race up and down the extremely erect phallus. Boobs Mila, protected from unwelcome curiosity by the wooden privacy screen, removes her miniskirt over the hips and the panties to the side, presents the smoothly shaved vagina in front of the lad’s face, who likes to grab hold of it without further ado.
"Hands off, man!" Boobs Mila rumbled, he promptly winced.