Taste of vice.

Thailand. The outskirts of Bangkok. A pink mini-girl came out of a plywood box painted in pink and headed for the cafe to the end of the street. Here it is - a chance to embody my secret, perverted desire - to suck a guy! Having decided, I slipped into the booth and closed the door on the hook.

A small round hole was made above the bench in the wall, a green towel was next to it on a carnation; there was a plastic bottle with water on the shelf - that’s all the uncomplicated decoration of this strange workplace.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and, after a moment, someone's hand stuck a five-dollar bill rolled into a hole in the hole, and then, in it appeared, all somlevshiy in shorts, fifteen centimeters long, member. Probably, the skin of its owner is white as milk. Curly, red hair bristled over his pubic hair ... The guy seems to be German.

My heart beat like a bird in a cage ... Taking two fingers, I raised my penis to my lips. The nose felt an unfamiliar, sweet-sour smell of male flesh. On a slightly exposed head, a drop of clear grease emerged ...

Here it is - the first touch, which will be remembered forever! Warm, leather, slippery, vibrant phallus, hardened and swollen in your mouth! Incompetent, confused movements ... Saliva ... Tightness in the throat and lack of air ... He finished fairly quickly. Sperm was not much. I held it in my mouth before swallowing and leaving this place ...

At the exit, I ran into the mistress of the booth and scared her. When she saw the “tuck-in” in my pants, I thought that I came for her soul ... Orienting, I played along and started going where my first experience was a minute ago. By me, not paying attention to what I'm doing, people walked. Many people. Local and tourists. Lads Someone, perhaps one of them, unwittingly, opened his taste to me ...

A second before orgasm, licking my lips and remembering how I myself sat behind this wall, I thought that I would not drink and eat until the evening to keep HIS taste in my tongue - longer ...

I will put a five-dollar bill into the album, along with photographs from Thailand, so that in winter evenings, looking at them with my girlfriend, to recall the little, intimate secret - the warm taste of vice on my lips ...

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