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And pornography is involved, more related to the feelings of —— remember the sauna those things

I met a woman in the porn industry, but, I knew she was in this industry, but my heart couldn’t help but move, very suddenly my heart moved.

As for how the process, I do not want to say. How to say it? I don’t know if you have ever fallen in love at first sight, or, believe that there is such a thing as love at first sight? The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re looking for. But that’s how I felt at the time. She is a student at a nearby university, working part-time in a sauna, her name is Xiao Ya.

Of course, I only met with her once, so these are just what she told me. Perhaps, some people will say, the bitch is heartless playboy unintentional ah. Yes, I know it is, but I believed it at the time, and I still believe what she said, knowing that now. I don’t want to think too much, just want to look at her and laugh, even if it’s because it’s earned again, even if it’s my gentle kisses that got oxygenated her, even if, it’s mocking me rookie. Or maybe it’s the look of concentration when helping me massage, occasionally looking up with that shallow smile, and helping me jerk off is biting down on the upper and lower lips.

I can’t describe what she looks like, she’s pretty, right? This is how I feel. I was thinking about it yesterday and today, when I have time, that hour, the hour that I will not forget. Just because of her. However, I was thinking about my grimace when I was about to launch, my face full of lust when I touched her through my clothes, and the fat on my own stomach.

One might think, is the owner regretting that he didn’t make a good impression on her? Do not know that he is only one of her N many guests so insignificant? It is the ground.

You know what? I don’t even want to go back to that sauna, not that I don’t want to see her, I don’t want to see her flirting with other men in my eyes, I, might do something impulsive, although it’s past the age of impulsiveness. I didn’t ask for her phone number, and after I was done I stayed there quietly, just lying there, and then slowly left.

Some people will ask, you can pack her if you like, post a hair here, guys. It’s not that I don’t want to, I don’t have the money. I think, after posting this, I should put her, put it down, put it somewhere in the heart, years later, I will remember, once in an hour like a lady who does not come out of the bar.

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