[Sauna Chain Reaction]

A couple of days ago, a friend in Beijing asked me to take care of some business in Dagang, Tianjin. Things went very smoothly; what was supposed to take two days

was finished in one. Overjoyed, I naturally wanted to have some fun. My friend, who lives in Tianjin city

, wasn't familiar with Dagang either. Seeing the hotels and saunas on the street, we just wandered around aimlessly. Everyone said

the prices were reasonable, and it was somewhere between the city center and Tanggu.

Dagang is considered a relatively remote area in Tianjin, not as open as Tanggu. It's mainly comprised of oil fields and power plants;

from a distance, it looks flat and desolate, except for the area near Xiaogulin, which has some character. We ate

seafood at the Xiaogulin Restaurant. After a few drinks and a table full of high-protein food, we were both getting a little restless. We drove around the

only street we could find, eventually ending up back in front of Xiaogulin. Across from the Xiaogulin Restaurant, we saw a Xiaogulin

Bath Center. It looked pretty good from the outside, with a few cars parked outside. My friend, a little tipsy, went in and

asked in Tianjin dialect if they had any special services. The waiter replied that they had all kinds of services. So I changed my shoes and went to the bathhouse for a steam bath. After some fuss, I arrived at

a private room on the fourth floor. The room was bright and clean, and the bedding was freshly changed. My first impression was good. A few minutes later,

the waiter brought in three girls. I wasn't very satisfied with them, mainly because they were a bit older and their makeup was too heavy. I waved my hand and said, "Let

my friend choose first." After a while, the two girls my friend hadn't chosen were brought back. My face darkened, and I said, "If there are any good ones

, bring another batch. If not, I'll go to the second-floor lobby to rest." The waiter, all smiles (his attitude was absolutely excellent), brought in three more

girls. This batch was noticeably prettier than the first. I deliberately glanced at them sideways, scanning them up and down, and spotted

a tall girl with big eyes and light makeup. I was just about to say, "She's the one," when she was even more proactive than me. She probably guessed what I was thinking, and with a smile,

she leaned in first, touching my bare chest and saying, "Brother, you've got hair all over here, your dick

must be really powerful, right?" I staggered back, afraid she would pounce on me. My good impression of her was completely

ruined by that one sentence. I dismissed the young woman and beckoned a waiter, saying, "Find me someone without makeup, younger than me

." The waiter readily agreed and bowed as he left. A little while later, a young woman entered; she was

indeed young, no more than twenty, and without makeup. Then another woman came in, about the same age, also without makeup. The first one

was dressed fashionably, but she had a small nose and eyes, and a sorrowful expression; upon closer inspection, she seemed a bit off. The second one was still

wearing her peasant clothes; her eyes weren't large, but her face was fairly pretty. She avoided looking me in the eye and kept

hiding behind the first woman. Without hesitation, I chose the second woman.

Years of experience have taught me that there's definitely a trick to choosing a woman at a sauna. The first batch of girls are either those who queued by number

or those who were previously chosen but not selected; they are generally of lower quality in all aspects, so it's best not to choose them. The second batch

usually consists of girls who are reasonably good-looking, have been there longer, and have a good relationship with the supervisor. These girls are often seasoned veterans

with good skills, but they are overly professional. Those with this preference can choose from the second batch. The third batch usually consists of

newcomers , either reserved for special clients or those who come at the client's request. Therefore, everyone's taste is

different, and the girls they choose will also differ. Everyone can choose what suits them best. I prefer to choose newcomers, usually

from the third batch or later. I enjoy the feeling of being with girls who haven't been in the business for long. Although their skills are not yet proficient, and they

are passive in bed, even with fewer movements, it stimulates my sense of accomplishment and

desire to conquer women's sexual awareness. Although the whole process may not be very smooth, I get greater physical and psychological satisfaction.

Years of experience have also taught me that while there are differences in the methods of service offered by girls, the differences are not significant; the types of

services can be innovated, but they are only a few. However, when you're with a newly recruited prostitute, their

behavior is incredibly varied; you could say each prostitute has a unique expression. Being new to this profession, they

do or themselves much, so their reactions during sex are natural and

genuine. They're not pretentious or perfunctory; they only act out of self-preservation and instinct. They

're called prostitutes, but they're not prostitutes in the true sense yet. It's precisely because they're in the process of becoming prostitutes

that their physical abilities are still developing, allowing you to experience more of their changing

bodies. If it's just for release, any woman will do; but if it's for experience and feeling, a newly recruited

prostitute more authentic, more interesting, and understands women better, offering a higher level of enjoyment.

After she was chosen, she went out and got a condom and a bottle of lubricant. Then, she stood timidly in front

of the bed, unsure what to do. I got up, pulled her over, and sat her on the edge of the bed, asking, "You haven't been doing this for long, have you?"

She replied, "Only a few days." Then she turned her head away, seemingly reluctant.

I said, "Judging from your accent, you're from Northeast China, right? Which part of Northeast China are you from?"

She said, "Fushun, Liaoning. I came with a few girls from my village, and we've only been here a few days."

I asked again, "How old are you this year?"

She replied, "19 years old, born in the Year of the Ox."

I calculated that she was only 18 years old, which was basically consistent with my judgment based on my eyes. I touched her

breasts , and she flinched; I touched her genitals, and she squeezed her legs together. My initial feeling was that she was truly

a novice, and I estimated that she hadn't lost her virginity for very long, perfectly meeting my usual requirements for choosing a prostitute.

I unhooked her bra from behind, and she didn't resist, only twisting her body slightly. I said, "What are you waiting for?

Let's hurry up!"

Only then did she stand up and start taking off her clothes herself. Watching her body gradually being exposed,

a surge of , suddenly igniting my long-suppressed lust. My penis gradually became erect, and my loose pajama pants immediately created

a tent. Her naked body made her appear plumper than when she was clothed, and without her high heels, she looked shorter; her smooth skin was so translucent

it reflected her image. As the saying goes, "Seventeen or eighteen is never ugly." Even if a girl's

face isn't particularly striking at this age, her body is undeniably alluring.

She stood there like a crystal sculpture, waiting for my call. I pulled off my

last remaining pajama bottoms, got out of bed, and carried her to the bed. I began kissing her breasts and neck. She flinched a few times,

then fell silent, enduring it all. At that moment, she lacked the wildness and

uninhibitedness typical of women from Northeast China; instead, she exuded the shyness and helplessness of a young woman, a resentment born of being forced into this situation for survival.

Having seen many women, one gains a deeper understanding of them. I knew she hadn't

chosen this path willingly; life had forced her into it. She neither understood nor was accustomed to the life of a prostitute.

At that moment, her mind was in a state of turmoil, even on the verge of collapse. Handled properly, she could become

a delightful bed partner; handled poorly, she could become a lifeless block of wood. At this time, she needed gentleness,

genuine affection (even if feigned), even familial love. I cupped her face, wanting to kiss her lips, but she turned her head

away in refusal .

I patiently continued kissing her other parts, trying to move and tease her with genuine affection,

avoiding touching her fragile nerves and the depths of her soul.

The slow, calm prelude calmed my excited heart, and my penis listlessly slumped to

one side of my thigh. I knew that before she felt my genuine affection and caresses, she wouldn't

actively engage with me or cooperate. I needed time to change this situation; based on past

experience, an hour should be enough. While kissing and caressing her, I also carefully observed her

body .

Her flesh was firm, indicating she hadn't been out of physical labor for long; her fair, delicate skin suggested

she hadn't done much manual labor, and hadn't exerted herself much;

the calluses on her delicate index fingers from years of writing indicated she hadn't long since graduated from school. Her breasts were

slightly , semi-circular in shape, and felt very real to the touch. The nipples and areolas were soft and raised,

only hardening slightly after repeated rubbing and kissing; her pubic hair was sparse and light, the labia majora and minora and the exposed area

clearly defined by , very clean and alluring. If it weren't for the occasion, I would have naturally leaned over and licked them

. When I kissed her earlobe, her body began to react. First, she twisted her head unnaturally,

giggling. Then she slowly swayed her lower body, her legs clamping together and kicking back and forth. Finally, she wrapped her arms around my neck

until she embraced my entire body. I touched her vaginal opening; a trace of vaginal fluid was already seeping out.

Seeing that the time was right, I released her and turned to lie on the bed. She got up, touched

her breasts from my caresses, wiped the saliva I had left on her ears with a tissue, and carefully put a condom on me. I didn't

say anything, just watched her every move. After putting on the condom, she applied a little

lubricant , looking at me as if waiting for my command. I pulled her slightly, indicating that she should be on top.

She clumsily straddled me, one hand on my chest, the other parting her tightly closed labia, and gently sat down on

my penis. I looked up as my penis entered her vagina, feeling

the pressure of it passing through the narrow opening, and a strange sense of satisfaction welled up from the bottom of my heart, feeling even more satisfying than the pleasure of orgasm.

Just when she felt my penis was almost all the way in and dared not sit down any further, I grabbed her arms with both hands, thrust

my penis upwards forcefully, and pulled her tightly into my arms. She struggled slightly, then obediently lay

still on top of me. After she adjusted for a while, I supported her buttocks, helping her move around on top.

She looked down, watching my penis move inside her vagina while observing my changing expressions. I

like this kind of sexual activity (including expressions) because it's a woman's natural expression during sex,

without any ulterior motives. It more realistically reflects a woman's psychological and physiological state at that moment, something I can't experience when having sex with my wife

now ; it also makes my desire more intense and improves my performance.

After changing to the missionary position, I pulled out my penis and pressed it against her mons pubis and lower abdomen. At this moment, a milky white, thick,

sticky mixture of vaginal fluid and lubricant gushed out of her vagina, covering her genitals and groin. I wanted to

wipe it off with a tissue before continuing, but she shook her head and objected, saying, "It will hurt inside if you wipe it dry. Let's wash it together later!"

I didn't object and thrust in again. After her vagina was stretched open, although it wasn't as tight as when I first entered,

the abundant vaginal fluid lubrication made it easy for my penis to move in and out, which was still incredibly pleasurable. She had gotten used to

my movements and was wiggling her hips in response. To avoid ending this exciting moment too soon, I deliberately slowed down

my thrusting and asked her, "Are you comfortable?"

She looked at me and nodded without saying anything. I asked again, "How does it feel?"

She hummed in agreement and smiled shyly at me. Her eyes and smile conveyed

what "Satisfied!"

I thought, perhaps she didn't yet understand what a female orgasm was!

When I suggested inserting from behind, she looked hesitant and said, "It can't go in from behind."

I still looked at her with kind eyes, meaning, how could it not go in from behind? Seeing that I was still

insisting , she turned around and knelt on the bed, looking back at me as she muttered to herself, "If you don't believe me, then try it.

" I held her hips tightly, and with a thrust of my penis, it went in without much effort. Just as I was about to thrust forcefully, she

stretched out her legs and lay face down on the bed, and my penis slipped out. I picked her up from behind and inserted myself again. She

could kneel without thrusting, but with the slightest pressure, she collapsed. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "

It hurts a lot I can't stand it without lying down." I tried to penetrate her from behind after she lay down, but either my penis slipped out

or I had to push her forward from behind, eventually pushing her upper body off the bed. Even with her hands on the ground, she

couldn't complete this simple movement and had to give up.

I persisted for about twenty more minutes, ejaculating in the missionary position. After ejaculating, I wanted to pull out and

remove the condom as soon as possible, but she held me tightly and wouldn't let go, giving me a loud kiss on the cheek.

When I made another attempt to kiss her, she smiled and opened her mouth to meet mine.

From the moment my penis entered her until I ejaculated, she made almost no sound. This

might be unacceptable to some men, but I didn't care if she moaned or not, nor did I care about her initial

coldness towards me. I didn't want to do anything she didn't want to do; this is my consistent principle when it comes to women. I knew she had

reluctantly chosen this path, perhaps forced by circumstances. Her silence and forbearance were her silent

resistance. At the same time, I clearly sensed the changes in her body—a mixture of comfort and pain, tension

and relaxation. However, I hadn't truly noticed the changes in her psychology, and I certainly didn't expect her to give me a

loud kiss at the end. At that moment, I felt a mix of doubt and regret.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, with more than ten minutes to go before the clock struck, I said, "I'll rest here for a while;

you can go ahead."

She smiled and said, "I'll chat with you for a bit if I have time!"

Seeing that she wasn't as nervous as when she first came in, I smiled and asked her, "Tell me the truth, are you comfortable?

" (This is the question men care about most, and it's also a foolish question for a prostitute.)

She smiled and nodded again. After a while, she said, "Why do you still ask? You can clearly see it

, so why ask? What am I supposed to say?"

I thought, her understanding of "comfort" was just the pleasure produced during male-female contact, far from a female

orgasm. Moreover, prostitutes pursue money, not comfort; comfort or orgasm is

just .

For some reason, hearing her say that, I still felt a strange urge, and my hand reached towards her

genitals again.

She pushed my hand away and said, "I just washed it; if you touch it again, it'll get dirty again, and I'll have to wash it again."

I then reached for her breasts, gently rubbing them through her clothes. Seeing that I wasn't satisfied, she tilted her head and looked at me

, as if scrutinizing me, or perhaps questioning me, and said, "There's another sister who came with us here. If you

're not in a hurry to leave, why don't you ask her to come and keep you company for another hour?"

When I heard she had a sister there, I perked up immediately and asked, "Why didn't I see

her come to choose a table earlier?"

She laughed and said, "She's prettier than me, likes to cater to regular customers, and

we only call . She's guaranteed to be chosen whenever she comes out. She also does oral sex, so her commission is higher,

and she earns more than me.

" I suddenly understood a lot more. I joked with her, "If I'd known there was someone better, I wouldn't have chosen you."

She said happily, but with a hint of jealousy, "You're saying this before I've even left. What

will ?

" I said, "Can you call her over so I can take a look? If I'm satisfied, I won't leave and will stay a little longer." She

nodded and went out.

I went to my friend's private room next door. He was already watching TV and almost fell asleep. Seeing me come in,

he said with droopy eyelids, "You're really capable, just finished?"

I said, "Yes. How about you?"

He said rather discontentedly, "I finished a long time ago." Damn, that woman was shameless. She sat on me, rocking

and screaming, and before I could even change positions, she was done for. She, on the other hand, acted like she'd finished a task,

turning her head and disappearing. I checked the time; less than fifteen minutes had passed. I thought about calling the waiter over to yell at him, but then I thought better

of it . People in Tianjin are all like this; it's pointless, it'd only make me angrier.

I asked, "Is the lady from Northeast China?" He nodded. I laughed and teased him, "

I knew she was from Northeast China just from her movements. How about another round if you're not satisfied with one? But don't go for another

one from Northeast China this time. "

He looked at me suspiciously and said, "Don't you always prioritize quality over quantity?"

I said, "Yes, but I've also said I never give up on a good lady."

He perked up, jumped off the bed, and said, "Okay, you'll be exhausted today, you can rest properly tomorrow."

Then he shouted towards the door, "Come on, someone who can talk! I have something to say!"

The waiter came over and asked, "What would you two like?"

My friend looked at me and then at the waiter, and said impatiently, "Just some girls, nothing else.

" The waiter's eyes darted around, he looked at us, and lowered his voice, "How many?"

My friend said impatiently, "Don't ask so many questions, just bring the best ones."

As soon as the waiter turned away, my friend added, "Not from Northeast China, anywhere else is fine."

The waiter left, but I didn't leave. Instead, I sat to the side watching my friend laugh. I thought to myself, let's see

how lucky you are this time. This friend of mine is a few years younger than me, with a very strong personality, a generous and uninhibited nature. He

's a well-known "old hand" in our system, and he can talk about his experiences with prostitutes in great detail, never hiding anything from

the women . Women look at him like he's in a zoo, and the more shameless ones secretly curse him, saying he'll die of "madness" sooner or later. We've been friends for many years, and what I admire most about him is his boastful

words and flamboyant spirit when looking for prostitutes . Going out with him gives me complete confidence.

Although we have different tastes and preferences

, he's always there when I go out with my friends.

The waiter led in seven or eight girls. My friend looked at me and said, "Brother, why don't you choose first?"

I smiled and said, "Today, I'll treat you like a family member and pick one for you, okay?"

He was probably still annoyed about the girls earlier, looking at me with a helpless expression, nodding and saying, "Alright,

keep your eyes wide open. If you don't pick one well, I'll go next door and sleep with your 'wife'."

The girls were lined up in two rows. I glanced at them; overall, they seemed alright, except for the huge differences in height and weight, which made them look

a bit mismatched. Having worked with my friend for years, I naturally knew his preferences. But today, I was in charge,

and I had to choose according to my taste. I stood up and pointed to a short, chubby girl standing in the back row,

saying, "She's the one."

She walked up to us and stood with her head down. I asked her, "Where are you from?

" She replied, "Hebei."

I asked again, "Where in Hebei?"

She looked at me, not wanting to answer. I frowned and said, "We're not going to look for you in your hometown, what are you afraid of?"

She then said, "Gaocheng, Hebei."

I raised my head and said "Oh," before turning to her and asking, "The place where the Japanese poison gas bombs were discovered?"

She nodded a few times, her head bowed, too embarrassed to look at us again. I turned to my friend, as if to say, "So,

how is it? Are you satisfied?" He glanced at me, a tacit approval. Seeing the other girls still standing there, I

quickly said to the waiter, "What are you all standing there for? Go back. "

The waiter said, "Brother, why don't you pick one yourself?"

I said, "I've already picked one, it'll come up by itself in a bit. You can all leave."

My words left the waiter completely bewildered, and my friend equally confused. I stood up and shooed the waitresses

away , then turned back to my friend and said, "I guarantee you'll be satisfied, have fun!" I laughed heartily, closed the door, and left.

Even after the girls left, the waiter kept chasing after me, trying to persuade me: "Brother, when you're out having fun

, don't worry about a few dollars. There are plenty of good girls here. Can I get you a few more to choose from? If you hire another

girl, I can waive an hour of your room fee, so you can relax here all afternoon."

I put my arm around his shoulder and whispered mysteriously in his ear: "I've really found one. She

'll call the front desk when she comes up." Then, without looking back, I went into the private room.

Two women were talking in the private room, their heads down. They looked up at me as I entered. I was immediately struck by their beauty;

they were indeed very pretty.

The difference was striking when the two women were together.

The second woman, in terms of face, figure, demeanor, and attire, was

top-notch She could easily be a leading lady, not just in a small sauna, but in a top-tier karaoke bar in Beijing.

I went up to her and touched her face. She smiled at me and gestured for me to sit down on the bed. I

didn't sit, but instead squeezed between them, putting my arms around one of them and kissing them, one on the left, one on the right.

I was ecstatic, my heart pounding with pleasure; the feeling was indescribable. They giggled, constantly

caressing my bare chest and stomach without any restraint.

After a while, the first woman stood up and said, "Brother, wasn't I right? My sister is much better than me.

Let my sister play with you! I have to go call the time."

Turning back to the second woman, she said, "Second sister, I'm leaving. You keep this guy company. He's a

really nice guy, and he's from our Northeast. Show him what you've got, let him have a good time!" She then

pointed to the lubricant and tissues on the bedside table and drifted away.

I got up, closed the door, and turned back to ask her, "What's your name?

" She looked at me and said, "Xiao Mei."

I asked again, "And the one who was with me earlier?"

She said, "Yan Yan."

I lay on the bed drinking water, and she began to turn her back and undress. I carefully admired her again.

She was about 1.65 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, slightly thinner than my standards for choosing a prostitute, but definitely

meeting most people's standards; her fingers were slender and white, and she wore a large cartoon watch on her wrist. Her fair and smooth

neck, paired with her long, flowing hair, exuded charm and youthful energy; her breasts were of moderate size, roughly proportional to her figure, with

prominent nipples and dark red areolas, showing signs of frequent use.

She sat naked beside me and began to undress me; she knelt on my chest, licking my nipples, her hand

gesturing to already erect penis.

I didn't speak, nor did I touch her; I simply watched her silently, enjoying her service. I thought

a lot, deeply, wanting to know her true thoughts and feelings at that moment.

The setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating her face. The fine hairs between her eyebrows and on her cheeks

were clearly visible in the sunlight; her youthful face couldn't hide the marks of her profession.

I no longer felt the excitement I had when I first met her. I felt that lying here was no longer a spiritual or

physical enjoyment, but an economic act of charity, using my surplus money to help those who weren't yet wealthy

to become rich as quickly as possible. Saunas, karaoke bars, and hair salons were merely vehicles for this kind of charity. Then I thought, perhaps this is also a factor in

why "

anti-prostitution" campaign is all bark and no bite. If the government can control public condemnation and the spread of sexually transmitted diseases, it's

much . It also reflects the principle of payment for work.

Her tongue slid across my chest and abdomen, slowly moving down between my legs. She asked me, "Do you need a condom?"

I casually replied, "Whatever you think is best!"

She didn't use a condom, but instead took my penis directly into her mouth. Her tongue and teeth touched my sensitive

nerves, and my body trembled, my thoughts in disarray.

Perhaps afraid I would ejaculate, her rolling tongue began to move again, until it had licked my entire body, finally lying still

on top of me. I hugged her tenderly, stroking her smooth back, kissing her

shampoo-scented hair, and whispered, "Your tongue's hard now, isn't it? Can you still talk?"

She looked up and smiled, saying, "Yes at first, but I'm not tired anymore."

I squeezed her soft buttocks, my fingers sliding between her legs, wanting to see her reaction. She shook off my

teasing, picked up the small bottle of lubricant, and said, "Brother, I still have one more service to do."

I said, "Isn't it just oral sex and intercourse here?"

She said, "My sister told me to serve you well, and she left me all the lubricant before she left. Let me give you an

oil massage. But I'm just starting out, so please don't laugh at me if I don't do it well."

I said, "Okay, if I had known you could do oil massage, I wouldn't have bothered your tongue. "

She said, "We don't offer oil massage services here. The boss doesn't care if we want to do it, as long as the customer is satisfied.

I only do it for regular customers."

I asked her, "Do you need extra money?"

She glanced at me sideways and said, "If you want to give me extra money, you might as well book me."

I said, "Okay, get dressed and come with me.

" She smeared the lubricant she had poured on her chest all over my face and chuckled to herself.

Her fingers were delicate, and the lubricant made the massage feel very comfortable. My penis immediately became

erect again. Her massage technique was similar to that in adult films—delicate, thorough, and almost

professional. When she asked me to lift my legs and have her fingers probe my anus, I refused. I find

anal unbearably itchy, so I've never experienced the "single-dragon drilling" sensation that fellow horny guys often talk about,

which is a bit of a regret.

Her breast massage was really nothing to write home about; she rolled around on the bed, her limbs clumsy,

panting without getting it right. I suppressed a laugh and said, "Why don't you just lie down and let me rub against you?"

She laughed so hard she almost fell over, rubbed against me a few more times, and then straddled me, acting like a dead dog.

I felt like there wasn't much time left, and my penis was starting to feel the urge to penetrate; if we dragged it out any longer, we'd have to add more time

. With lubricant on my hands, I focused my attack on her labia and clitoris. She dodged me from side to side, clinging to me

until my thrusts brought her pleasure and she let out soft moans. Only then did she cling to my arm, obediently letting me do as

I pleased.

Soon, the lubricant on my fingers was replaced by her vaginal fluid, making them wet and sticky. Her moans grew louder;

the time was finally right. I released her, looking at her slightly flushed and hot face, and told her it was time to finish the last step

.

She composed herself, wiped the lubricant off both of us with the pillow on the bed, then carefully wiped herself again with a tissue,

took out a condom, put it on, and asked me: "Front or back?

" Hearing her so experienced, I thought to myself, she came out with Yan Yan, but she's

much . Her vagina must be very worn out; how can she still feel tightness and pleasure during sex?

I said, "Let me enter from behind!"

She knelt on the bed, I held her waist, and slowly pushed my penis in. The outside was wiped clean, but

it was very astringent inside, making it a little difficult to push all the way in. My powerful penis, honed by my mouth, hands, and breasts, was already

impatient and wouldn't let anyone stop me. I thrust a few times and then rammed in all the way. She wasn't prepared for my rough movements and kept saying, "Slow

down, slow down." I thrust a few more times, and she came again. Only then did I calm down and carefully savor the pleasure her body

gave me, while also trying to find the differences between her body and Yan Yan's, and

between her body and other women's.

Her vagina itself was indeed better than Yan Yan's. It was shallow and soft; once my penis entered, it was immediately

surrounded by slippery flesh, and if I didn't control myself, I would ejaculate quickly. Such a woman could easily reach orgasm, making her

the ideal sexual partner. However, the vagina of such women is also prone to loosening, especially

noticeable in women over 25.

After a while of thrusting, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, each thrust producing a "plop" sound, like

applause after a great performance, encouraging and inspiring. When I switched to a normal position and penetrated again,

her vagina was completely stretched open, and the wear and tear from her beauty was even more obvious. I had to

lower her raised legs and instead tighten my grip on her buttocks to compensate for the looseness. Whether it was due to emotional influence

or professional habit, her moans rose and fell, sometimes calling me "big brother," sometimes "husband,"

sometimes "baby"—she had learned all the sex terms used by prostitutes. Long-term practice had made me

numb to the moans of prostitutes; sometimes they not only failed to increase my interest in bed but actually decreased my libido, and

my penis would go limp from their moans. This was also one of the reasons why I didn't want to hire older prostitutes.

I couldn't bear to stop her from moaning; it was her right. Watching her with her eyes tightly closed and her mouth open,

moaning, I suddenly felt a different kind of pleasure—not from physical sensations, but from a sense of spiritual

conquest. Watching the writhing flesh beneath me and hearing her piercing cries, wasn't that a kind of enjoyment? This

enjoyment came from the body but transcended it; it was a higher level of enjoyment, a qualitative leap in a man's experience.

Insufficient stimulation and distraction can easily cause the penis to atrophy, and once it goes soft, it's a big problem. Either

you need time, or you have to change partners; there's no other way. Time was running out, even past the allotted time.

Could I find someone better than her if I changed partners? I didn't care about her feelings anymore. I tried several positions but

couldn't find the feeling that would make me ejaculate quickly. Finally, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and started playing

doggy style . When her legs got tired on my shoulders, I put them down and spread them apart to continue. Feeling that the friction wasn't enough, I pulled out and pushed back

in. Watching the originally clear, transparent condom turn milky white, my penis pulling out her labia and then pushing back in,

I felt a surge of lust. I pushed hard a few times, peeled off the condom, and my semen shot straight into her lower abdomen. I turned around and

lay on my back next to her on the bed.

Through my hazy vision, I saw her get up, clean up the mess, get dressed, tidy up her service supplies, and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I

struggled to sit up, pulled her into my arms, and prepared to sign the bill for her. I said shyly, "Xiao Mei, how about I sign you

up for two more hours (100 yuan per hour)?"

She became shy and whispered, "Brother, no need to sign up more, the fee is what the service fee is."

I said, "Then you went overtime."

She said, "It's nothing, I sometimes go overtime too, I never overcharge customers. Besides, aren't we from the same hometown?"

I said apologetically, "I must have really put my fellow countryman through a lot today."

She said, "I like Northeasterners, they're so energetic and straightforward."

I nodded, holding her tightly, unwilling to let go.

It got dark, and the last rays of the setting sun scattered outside the window. As I saw her out, I kissed her forehead,

patted her bottom, and said, "I'll come back to you next time."

She smiled and left. I know I won't go back to her even if I do. Although she's beautiful

and provides good , she's not my type, and I think she's realized that too. My

promise to go back is a friendly and polite way of relieving both of us.

On the drive back to Tianjin, my friend and I talked about the Xiaogulin Sauna again. He

was very satisfied with the girl I picked for him. He kept saying that the girl from Hebei was gentle and charming, and had a great time in bed. If it weren't for

having to sign a bill and pay afterwards, it would have been almost like sleeping with a respectable girl. She was just a bit too young, and I was worried she wouldn't be able to handle it for long. In the end,

it took almost half an hour before I ejaculated, and she was still very satisfied, staying with me until the end of the session. Finally, he said that next time we

go out , I should choose the girls for him. I laughed and nodded in agreement.

I didn't dare tell him the truth about Xiao Mei, only saying that my girl was also good. If I told him,

knowing his personality, he would turn around and go back to Xiao Mei for a third round. That's men for you, that's real

men for you.

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