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I fell for it once again, looking for the proverbial Asian independent per BP ad and struck out. I haven’t participated in the hobby for quite a while, and guess my rustiness showed. Usually I can smell an Asian agency a mile away, but they got me. I called the number provided in the enclosed link and was sent to Melbourne Street by Queens College. I’ve been there before and was wondering to myself how many spots are in this building.
Anyway, I was met by a a woman who looked well beyond 40 years in age that seemed to be a MILF bordering on a GILF. She was all of 5’-0” tall with no chest or ass to speak of, but had a very pleasant demeanor. I was horny so I stayed. She started the session by providing a half decent massage followed by her best attempt at CBJ. None of the preamble was thrilling, but it was good enough to relax me, which I very much needed. Then came the main course, and boy was it served well!!!
A mature Korean woman’s quim has to be a nuclear or atomic weapon. This petite woman who wasn’t much to look at threw down in the sack like someone half her age and then some. I pounded her every which way to Sunday, and she pounded me back. I was sweating buckets by the time all was said and done. With a short intermission, we literally were banging for 40-45 minutes straight. I popped once, which led to the first break, then resumed activities after a short massage. I released so much during the first go round my tank was too empty for the second cup. She literally milked all the juice out of me with her nether region.
I couldn’t tell whether she was into it or not, but I definitely felt like she was toying with me to see how much pumping I could mete out. Prior to the main event I sort of boasted about my ability to repeat without getting tired, which is generally the case. So it seemed as if she wanted to see just how long I could go. Well she outlasted me, by letting me mount her as many times as I could until I ran out of gas. Fortunately, the boss called to let her know the hour was up, and I was saved literally by the phone ringing. It seemed this lady was willing to let me keep at it till every muscle in me was fatigued. Again, mature Korean ladies rock, and I can’t say anything more about the subject.
Regards,
Pops