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Surely, you will be using one of her condoms, right? And does she even give head? Luckily, the girl I was with wasn’t born yesterday. Her name was Sasha, or so she said, and she was of Russian descent. She had smiled at me when I walked past, and when I came by again, she had opened her door - which is against the rules - and whispered: come, come, you have me . This simple call pussy to action, along with her gorgeous body and quite attractive face, had drawn me across the line. As an experienced prostitute, Sasha must have easily noticed I was not blonde very comfortable, and perhaps she even guessed it was my very first time in a situation like this. She held up her hand, waited for me to put the money in it, and said: you sit, I do . Exactly what one wants to hear on moments like these. Now, nothing is easier blowjob than bragging. But since this is not so much a story as it is a documentary of a sort, I will use the truth and only the truth to describe what happened. And the truth is: I had made two rookie mistakes. Mistakes that I have never made since, Hardcore not even outside of the District. Firstly, I came in red-hot. I had not touched a girl in a few months, and I had not let off steam for days. I knew my weaknesses when I was this agitated, but I wrongly assumed the mere experience of prostitution would put me off so much, I would easily be able to postpone any early arrivals. On top of this, I had shaven my private area for the first time, and I was wildly underestimating the new array of sensations that came with this action. Add the perfect form of Eve’s body, her skilled tongue and her unexpectedly tight hole, and one can hardly blame young me for barely surviving the first oral vacuum she pulled, almost exploding on penetration, and definitely filling up the condom within the first not-so-flattering timeframe. I imagined the sadness in her eyes when she felt it, but since prostitution in Amsterdam is nothing but a business, I think she was actually glad it didn’t take long. As awkward as the whole situation may have been, I had learned many valuable lessons. I knew how the room looked, smelled, felt, I knew about etiquette, about the order of things, about the vibe inside one of those tiny rooms; I learned things about myself and my own body, about how it was to sleep with a girl that I could normally only dream of sleeping with. I didn’t become a man that day, for I already was -- but I did become a better man than I was before. Basically, the Red Light District in Amsterdam consists of three separate parts, attached to each other. First, there is shaved the most touristy part: window after window on either side of a canal, where the most extravagant girls appear behind. This is the showy part of the District, with sex shops, porn cinemas and bars in between the windows. Across the canal, around a famous church, are the slightly less attractive hookers; mostly short, thick women in their forties and fifties, trying to relive the days long gone. Pick the right street, and Valhalla appears: cumshot part three of the District, a maze of three or four small streets where the pretties girls are. Here, one will also find buildings that are rebuilt solely to house as many prostitutes as possible, as well as a narrow alley where two people cannot pass each other without touching, with gorgeous girls on either side. It was in this alley that I had my second experience, and I was desperate to make it a better one than the first. I started by picking a girl that didn’t look nearly as comfortable than the previous one. She smiled at me as I passed by her window, surely, but she didn’t wink, knock on the glass, or open the door -- until I had turned my body ninety degrees and stood in front of it, that is. Spongier. 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She hardly ever came over and when she did she never left her car. This would be the first time, she thought, and also the last. He got down on his knees in front of her legs and both his hands slowly snaked their way under her skirt. “But let me continue my story.” As excited as he was, there was no telling how far his load would go. A dye is also dripped into my eyes, which alters my irises from the deep purple shade I’m so proud of to a modest, but human, hazel color. It’s not bad.” Your arms were pulled tight, your shoulders pined and your back was arched. The rest of the week went pretty much the way Monday did. And just seconds later, I got to witness Chris's massive ejaculation. “And what if shaved I wasn’t joking?” I’ve never felt this way before. If Ethan could have his way, he would love for her to just move in with him. Now, blowjob thanks to Gloria, Darlene was blonde thinking about her mother. She had her blouse off now, her bra shoved down to her belly. I was just kidding. I wrapped my hand around her, she was hard and hot, her arms were trembling. She had announced her pregnancy with a joyous heart, firmly believing that her kind and loving parents would embrace her and revel in the prospect of the birth of their first grandchild, but they had not; It had been vitriolic. For her, it wasn't about the milk itself, it was about the way it made her feel to produce it inside herself, then to let it out of her in great milky gushes or constant dripping flows. I swallowed twice to consume all of Daddy's load. I decided to give him something Neil always longed for, so as his spasms subsided, I held the last pussy of his load in my mouth. Brassy-brown hair that fell down their bodies, hazel eyes, with round breasts. There was no way for me to do that here, so I decided to go for a walk. She raised her hand up very, very slowly to Hardcore each shoulder in turn and slipped the straps down her arms. cumshot