Forget Magaluf and Malia, welcome to Sunny Beach
TWO British girls drunkenly kiss each other in front of a crowd of leering lads who howl like a pack of wolves.
One licks her pal’s breasts, which have been smeared in chocolate sauce as part of a game to win a cocktail.
Another group of girls — on their first holiday together — down five double vodkas each in the space of just ten minutes before chanting for more booze.
It is just after 5PM but already scores of British youngsters are lurching around a foam party after too many drinks. Има още