Puma Swede at the whore hotel
Before we get to the part where Puma Swede hilariously mutters Swedish obscenities by a back alley dumpster as she trolls for tricks to fuck for cash, let’s backtrack.
When Puma first came to SCORE, her name was Johanna. She showed her tits. She showed some puss bush. That was it. She didn’t do much. Kinda just stood there and smiled. Then she came back and she was fucking her brains out. The Swedish heat came out. Puma was always funny, with a wacky, pervy sense of humor, but now she was funny AND fucking.
“I’m a sucker for big tits, but shooting for SCORE, I feel so small because all the other girls have huge boobs,” Puma said four years ago. “I have to go and get them bigger. But I’m going to wait a couple of years, and then I’m going to go big. Then I’m going to come back to The SCORE Group. I want them huge. But I’m going to go step-by-step. First I’ll go a little bigger, then I’ll go a little more, then I’ll go a little more.”
Well, Puma didn’t go bigger but she did come back to fuck some more and appear on SCOREtv, and she’s still fucking funny.
Now, back to the trash dumpster pick-up. Puma is dressed to raise testosterone levels in a hot pink nothing. A car pulls up with an interested buyer. He actually doesn’t want to buy Puma’s pussy, just rent it. They proceed to the whore motel of Puma’s preference, where her trick gets to explore the pink lining of her Swedish snatch. Puma gives him a ride worth his money. (She doesn’t take Swedish Kronas, just US dollars.)
The thing about Puma is this: No matter how hard she tries to be a sleazy, perverted whore and a hot fucking slutty skank, she can’t stop being a wholesome, delightful, gorgeous Swedish country girl. Funny, ain’t it?
