"Yes, but—" I thought as she chanted "Come on my face, come on my face…"
Since I was face down panting into the pillow. With one hand, she pumped two fingers in and out of my up-angled asshole, while jerking me off in time with the other, after the "oil massage."
Well, she wasn't a native speaker. Poor Pink!
She gave me a heart-shaped box of chocolates as a marketing ploy, and her brothel soon after closed.
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