[Shenyang Sex Tour]

I think I want to be a deep and reserved person, but life hasn't given me that opportunity. To people I know well,

I'm a cheerful and confident person. To relatively unfamiliar people my age, I'm a mature, steady, and

authoritative . I'm conflicted, even unsure of my place and attitude towards life. That's why I love traveling

or going to unfamiliar places where nobody knows me, and I can be myself. It feels relaxing, comfortable, and stress-

free .

A few days ago, a friend drove to Shenyang, and I naturally took the opportunity to hitch a ride.

I also picked up another friend to join me. The trip was smooth, and we found a bathhouse to stay at that night in Shenyang. After a

quick bath and some buffet, we went to the second-floor lounge. As soon as we entered, we saw a dozen or so massage girls

chatting in the front row. Their skirts were very short, and you could even see their brightly colored underwear as they walked. The dim lighting added

to my anticipation, so my friend and I lay down in the second row, pretending to sleep while observing their

movements . At this point, a male escort approached and recommended various services to my friend and me, cautiously asking if we wanted prostitutes.

My friend immediately refused, as he seemed very respectable, at least on the surface. I agreed.

As more people entered, the escort turned his attention to other customers, and many ordered foot massages,

other massages, and even went to private rooms for "special services." I remained dozing.

To be frank, in my 23 years of life, this was the first time I'd ever been to a place like this, the first time

I'd experienced the exchange of money and sex so closely. I wasn't surprised, but I was curious and excited. A full-body

massage , and a voluptuous young woman came in. She wore a very short skirt and pink panties (which were easy to spot), with snow-white skin and

clear yet melancholic eyes. She got on the sofa bed to massage the other person's back, facing me directly. Because of the close proximity and the low

back of the , I could clearly see most of her breasts when she bent over, and her slightly concave pink

panties. Due to the thin fabric, I could vaguely see her dark pubic area. I was quite satisfied with this voyeuristic feeling. Soon, she

noticed me peeking at her and stared at me intently. At first, I was embarrassed, but after a few minutes, I adjusted.

I opened my eyes and met her gaze. She chatted casually with the customer while exchanging flirtatious glances with me. Later ,

she deliberately made exaggerated movements, using her shapely legs and breasts to seduce me, her eyes

becoming increasingly suggestive, making my penis swell. My yukata was thin, so I had to use a towel to cover myself. When she

noticed , she smiled faintly and secretly pulled down one side of her bra, revealing one nipple—small,

round, and firm—pressing against the semi-transparent fabric. Her eyes kept glancing at my increasingly erect penis. Holy crap,

who was flirting with whom? I wanted to rush over and rape her. But given the circumstances, I had to restrain myself.

After she finished with that customer, she tidied up and went straight to the second row, walking towards me. Her

alluring breasts and the hem of her short skirt rose and fell with the rhythm of her steps. My heart was racing, and my little brother

was fully erect. She came to my bedside, knelt on one knee, gently leaned down, pressed her other leg against my

abdomen, patted my chest with one hand, and whispered: "Sir, let's go to a private room and I'll give you a massage!"

My hand, which was on my thigh, instinctively lifted up and touched her wet vulva. I

recoiled as if electrocuted, but was immediately drawn back like a magnet. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.

Her genitals were warm and moist; I could feel her swollen clitoris through her panties. Her breasts were pressed against my arm, rising and falling with

her breath firm yet soft. My fingers immediately wanted to slip through her panties and into her slippery vulva.

She noticed and slightly raised her buttocks, revealing the beautiful curve of her back, her slender waist, and her round buttocks.

She shook her head at me and said, "Let's go." I followed her to the private room like a little devil to the King of Hell

, completely forgetting my friend's existence. A great battle began.

As soon as I entered, I shoved her onto the bed like a madman. Her sexy ass was sticking out towards me, her pink

panties and snow-white thighs exposed. I rushed over and pulled them down to the floor. I saw a few drops of vaginal fluid clinging to her pink labia.

I didn't have time to admire her, or my penis would have exploded. I thrust hard. Right in the clitoris. "No, no,

I beg you, boss, handsome... ahhhhh, ah—" I felt no pity for her; on the contrary, I was extremely excited.

"Scream, scream, scream, I'll fuck you to death, you slut, you seduced me, I'll fuck you to death..." "Slow down, it hurts, ahhhhh

, it feels so good..." "Feels good? If it feels good, I'll fuck you to death, you bitch, you slut, ah, you slut, your pussy

is so wet, so slippery, I'll fuck you to death..." I don't know how long this position lasted, but suddenly I noticed her smooth back, glistening with sweat

. My hand slid down to her large, firm breasts; the hard nipples ignited a

beastly urge in me. I flipped her over, draped her two snow-white thighs over my shoulders, and began to knead her breasts with both hands, while my mouth fiercely

bit and kissed the inside of her thighs. After only a dozen or so thrusts, the woman climaxed, "Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming, harder

, fuck me harder, fuck, yes, ahhh, I'm so good, ah..."

For the next twenty-odd minutes, my memory became very blurry; I was completely ... Reaching a state of frenzy,

the intense thrusting and the beautiful girl's moans (I insist on calling her "girl" because she was truly innocent)

are the only memories. I turned her over and over, fucking her inside and out. We seemed to have done oral sex, maybe even

anal sex, and said a lot of crazy and silly things. She seemed to want to marry me, saying she fell in love with me at first sight.

I also talked about working hard to earn money and starting over. We tried every sex position imaginable, enjoying each other's

youthful bodies, almost like a couple, forgetting the existence of the world. At one point, perhaps we were

in love. Ah, it was like a dream, a beautiful spring dream. I probably can never recapture that night's glory in my life

, haha.

The next day, I woke up in the living room. Rubbing my eyes, I saw it was already past nine in the morning. My

upright friend was beside me, looking at me, seemingly just waking up too. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, just a little

tired," I said. He didn't seem to know what happened last night, or was it really just a dream? I was a little confused.

When the bill came, I paid 150 yuan more than my friend. It seemed it wasn't a dream, but it was far more wonderful than any dream.

A few days later, we returned home and saw my beautiful and gentle girlfriend waiting for me in the wind. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Why did I cry? Perhaps only heaven knows.

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