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If looks could kill. Manislat would be a dead woman. Muttering under her breath “Malaswa Fucking puta”, Diyan’s face growing red as her jealously began to boil watching as Masalanta lithe young body wrapped against the portly US Navy Chief like a snake. Watched her cling even tighter as she ground against the large erection tenting his too tight crackerjacks. Her Sailor! Even knowing his tour was up, her man who promised her his heart for ever as he seduced and sweet talked her with honey dipped lies. When Diyan saw him reach for his biker chained wallet and pull some money, it was the last straw she could take. Getting every body’s attention when she screamed “Asong Babae.” Rushing across the room reaching for and grasping a large hunk of Masalanta’s long straight black as she attacked.

MidJourney AI Art. In the style of Fernando Amorsolo, Philippines, post WW2.

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If looks could kill. Manislat would be a dead woman. Muttering under her breath “Malaswa Fucking puta”, Diyan’s face growing red as her jealously began to boil watching as Masalanta lithe young body wrapped against the portly US Navy Chief like a snake. Watched her cling even tighter as she ground against the large erection tenting his too tight crackerjacks. Her Sailor! Even knowing his tour was up, her man who promised her his heart for ever as he seduced and sweet talked her with honey dipped lies. When Diyan saw him reach for his biker chained wallet and pull some money, it was the last straw she could take. Getting every body’s attention when she screamed “Asong Babae.” Rushing across the room reaching for and grasping a large hunk of Masalanta’s long straight black as she attacked.

MidJourney AI Art. In the style of Fernando Amorsolo, Philippines, post WW2.