[Female students from art schools] (35)

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Text 35. Midnight Whispers. For men his age, most of the women in their families are already

haggard and , so they are utterly powerless against young women, especially

a pure, sexy, and alluringly beautiful girl like me.

They didn't sing a single song at the karaoke bar.

The middle-aged man stroked me on the sofa for a while, then pulled me into his arms. He made me sit on his lap,

hugging me from behind, his hands on my chest. His erection throbbed, and I knew

he was very aroused.

I'm a very sexually active woman; I easily aroused by touch. The middle-aged man was

a master of teasing, and soon I was panting heavily from his arousal.

Hearing the sounds from my mouth, he seemed even more anxious. He held me tighter,

unwilling to leave my body for even a moment. He moved up and down, his hands, which had slipped inside my skirt, trembling again. He caressed

every part of me; I was wearing a thin, butterfly-patterned thong, already damp with warmth.

His touch made the middle-aged man even more impatient. He whispered in my ear, "Little sister,

how much for one night?"

This bastard was trying to drag me to a hotel.

I shook my head shyly, "Sorry, boss, we don't do that kind of thing!"

These were the words Brother Xiang taught me; regardless of age, we all called them "boss.

" The middle-aged man seemed unwilling to give up. "Little sister, don't be silly, it's the same everywhere, isn't it? Don't worry, I

'll make you very comfortable. One thousand yuan for one night, how about it?"

"Boss, I really don't do that."

"Okay, one thousand five hundred. Who told you to be so tempting? I'll treat you well."

He kissed me passionately, making me feel breathless.

Seeing my insistence, the middle-aged man finally gave in. He turned me around, covering my

breasts with his face, and then his large hands reached around from behind,

squeezing my full, white buttocks again.

Moans filled the room. Besides me, the other three girls were also

aroused by his touch, one of them even showing signs of wanting to have sex.

A woman's voice is always a trigger for men's excitement. Hearing our midnight whispers, they became

even more excited. Their hands roamed over almost every inch of our bodies. However, they had ordered

a raw set meal, so they couldn't take off our clothes.

An hour passed quickly.

We tidied ourselves up and, led by Brother Xiang, left the room. The moment the door opened, I heard

their conversation.

"Old Zhao, the place you recommended is really good."

"How could I be wrong? Old Zhang, it was great, wasn't it? A twenty-year-old girl, better than yours..."

"Too bad, next time, we'll order a familiar one."

"Right, right, a familiar one!"

I'm sure these old bastards won't be able to sleep all night.

"How was it?"

Brother Xiang looked at me and asked.

I shook my head; I hadn't even asked myself how much I was paid per hour.

At this moment, Brother Xiang took out a notebook, wrote down my employee number, and said, "Xiao Ruo,

your price is 180. I set it for you, but I believe you'll break our

record soon."

I knew that Deng Na only reached 180 after a month, while I started at

180. Brother Xiang was really taking good care of me.

Just then, Brother Xiang's walkie-talkie rang again.

He listened for a moment, then looked at me with some murmurs, "Xiao Ruo, someone else has requested your services, and it's a raw

one. Good luck."

I was both happy and nervous. I was happy that I really was radiant here, just as Brother Xiang had said,

but nervous because I really didn't want a man I didn't like touching me; that feeling would disgust me.

However, I still agreed, and Brother Xiang took me to my room.

I went in, and this time there were only two guests inside.

Two young men in their mid-twenties.

I walked over with the other girl.

The two young men's eyes lit up as soon as they saw me and the other girl. They couldn't wait to push us

onto the sofa and begin their enjoyment. It

seems that men like my breasts the most, and this guy was no exception. He immediately pounced on my

full breasts, lifted a corner of my t-shirt, and brought his mouth close, licking my snow-white skin.

Raw versus mature is just a matter of whether you're dressed or not, but clothes are only the last line of defense.

In other words , guests who order the raw service can also lift up our skirts and t-shirts.

The young man was much more excited than the middle-aged man, and his movements were much more agile. In no time, he had me

completely weak. He made me kneel on the sofa, pulled down his pants, and seeing his erection,

I felt a surge of fear.

But at that moment, the young man leaned closer. He lifted my black skirt and

rubbed his erection against my white buttocks through my underwear. Then he gripped my full breasts tightly.

Stimulated by my cries, he became excited too, holding me even tighter. He lay

on top of me, and we rolled together.

The young man changed positions, making me sit on his lap. His penis stood tall in his underwear.

He held me, rubbing it up and down between my buttocks. That feeling excited me immensely.

My full breasts, encased in a black lace bra, shone with an unusual luster under the light,

swaying gently with his movements.

The entire private room was filled with an alluring fragrance. The young man held me, and suddenly his body trembled violently. Feeling

the warmth of his buttocks, I knew he had finally released…

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