Frigoboxsex in Knokke

Do you like that or not?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, sure, sure. We're gonna have a fun weekend.

Tell you what, I'll text you when I get there.

Okay?

All right, all right, we'll agree then.

Yeah, okay. Baby, I love you too. Hi, hi.

What a better idea, huh?

I'd like to go back in a minute.

Oh, ah, ah, yes.

Mm-hmm.

Come here.

Come and sit with me.

Oh, great, we're gonna cross here.

Oh, you're in the mood, too, I think.

Your husband's downstairs, ma'am.

For what?

He was feeding the seagulls on the beach in Knokke.

And that is strictly forbidden.

But Mr. Officer...

He didn't know that at all.

We're from the Gourhove, and that's in the kens.

I don't care, ma'am.

He's a little older, and maybe he didn't take his pills this morning.

Then you really shouldn't blame him.

Could rain in nothing now.

Can we work something out, Officer?

I'm a man of the law.

Oh, but we know that law.

Redeem something?

Then take poor white lady.

We can find it.

Is that corny? - Yeah.

Your moons were afraid to die, weren't they?

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