I really want to make some change but, though I do have made quite a few efforts such as doing surveillance on another so-called massage parlor in the street which is on my way to work, I still can't change to another brothel to meet with some new women there. I don't know why I am so wishy-washy on this, but there's one thing I am quite sure about -- I have been aged, and short of that kind of testosterone and curiosity that an erotic entrepreneur entails. I guess another salvo for my sticking with the current brothel might be that most of the women here are just too close to me -- they know how to tease me, what my favors or taboos are, and what topics I like to chat about as warm-ups. For example, in summer, most of them know I don't like to screw them in beds, but right on the waterbeds where they bathe me with their tits before we have erotic fun on mattress outside. So, when summer comes, I always screw them with my cock smeared with the body soap they use when they bathe my cock with their tits or thighs. It is probably the most sultry fun in summer.
This afternoon, when the drive came upon my head and my thing, I jumped into my bike and headed to the brothel. On the way there, it did occur to me, I should give the massage parlor, the one on the way to my work, a try. Though, those women inside seem a bit old and chubby, comparing to the ones in the brothel I haunt, I should still go and check if they will provide different kinds of services and flavors which might color my erotic adventure. However, in the end, I was still on my bike to the one which I couldn't have been more familiar with.
Before I parked my bike by the entrance of the brothel, I noticed there was a pretty new folding bike in its lovely rouge color. I know, it belongs to number 10 inside. She is kind of plump in her forties, but she wears a pair of firm tits and has sexy voice and moaning, which impress me very much. Since I had seen her bike outside, I though it was kind of "coincidence" that I should picked her this afternoon, and see if the "coincidence" would bring me any unexpected fun or experience.
When she stripped herself off the clothes, before we stepped into the bath room with a large plastic cloth covered mattress in the center, I noticed my thing had already been hard and functional. Asking her to apply her lube onto my thing, I screwed her from behind with one of her legs treading on the wall beside her. I love that position, for it can make me screw women for a long time without kneeling too much -- I have a pair of bad knees as the complications of my long term running when young. We then had another screw on bed after she bathed me on the large mattress with her firm tits, pussy and the lovely fluff between her thighs.
This afternoon, when the drive came upon my head and my thing, I jumped into my bike and headed to the brothel. On the way there, it did occur to me, I should give the massage parlor, the one on the way to my work, a try. Though, those women inside seem a bit old and chubby, comparing to the ones in the brothel I haunt, I should still go and check if they will provide different kinds of services and flavors which might color my erotic adventure. However, in the end, I was still on my bike to the one which I couldn't have been more familiar with.
Before I parked my bike by the entrance of the brothel, I noticed there was a pretty new folding bike in its lovely rouge color. I know, it belongs to number 10 inside. She is kind of plump in her forties, but she wears a pair of firm tits and has sexy voice and moaning, which impress me very much. Since I had seen her bike outside, I though it was kind of "coincidence" that I should picked her this afternoon, and see if the "coincidence" would bring me any unexpected fun or experience.
When she stripped herself off the clothes, before we stepped into the bath room with a large plastic cloth covered mattress in the center, I noticed my thing had already been hard and functional. Asking her to apply her lube onto my thing, I screwed her from behind with one of her legs treading on the wall beside her. I love that position, for it can make me screw women for a long time without kneeling too much -- I have a pair of bad knees as the complications of my long term running when young. We then had another screw on bed after she bathed me on the large mattress with her firm tits, pussy and the lovely fluff between her thighs.
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