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06-10-2012, 04:35 PM
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Power Size. Right. The popping pads
Went to this massage place. And the masseuse walked out elegantly and asked if I wanted a massage. She was wearing a black dress with a nice slit on the legs. It flaunted her nice sexy thighs and her boobs were huge but was covered by fabrics though her buttocks were flat. She massaged like a pianist playing a pirated Bach. Within 20 minutes she popped the question of pumping LM. *Well why not, I'm dying to see how big her melons were* Placed some oil and rubbed. My hands went behind her dress and zipped down with no rejection. Her dress fell halfway which was so seductive. But just when my fingers was going for her bra she rejected right away. It was too late for my nimble fingers. Her bra hook snapped and pieces of pads came popping out. It was an instant deflate. The otherwise huge melons became an instant pancake. She quickly rubbed her hands on the towel and stopped pumping LM. She shouted at me and asked me to scram. __________________________________________________ The Promise. What would you do? http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=317932 Enough is enough. The 3 years of hell. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=314480 Steamy Windows. Aromatically erotic. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=313807 Days with Jean. Sequel to What are words. The story of Jean. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=313013 What are words. Love hurts. Sacrifices only for the sake of love. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=310476 The Floral Top. An unexpected sexual awakening. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=302329 
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#32
09-10-2012, 01:10 PM
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Re: Spitting tales
The "Huaawwwk" Masseuse
I'm very sure bros have met masseuse of this calibre. It never fails to make me feel so disgusted everytime. Here goes. Went for an hour's massage at a new place after work as it was time for a body maintenance. Let's see if its good then I will extend the massage session. Spotted a solo massage place and went to explore. She was an ordinary MILF looking and nothing much to talk about. MILF: Xiaodi, massage? I nodded. She ushered me to the cubicle and locked the door. Started her massage. Yes. A good and hard one. But after 15 minutes the sound "HuaaaWkkk.." came from her mouth destroyed the entire session. It was so loud that I think the phelghm got out and she pushed the curtains and went to the toilet and I heard a loud splat. She washed her hands and continued the massage. Then she did that again. Huaawwwwkkk. F**k. My goosebumps stood up and there she said "Kong tiao heng leng shi ma?" (Is the aircon cold?) I shook my head. As she turned me around you could see a streak of saliva on the side of her lips. She grinned broadly and suddenly huawwwkkk again. I quickly took the chance to dress myself up quickly and said sorry, I have something on. Paid and left. Yucks. That is one place I would never visit again. And whenever I hear that sound *huawwwk* I will always remember her. Goosebumps stands again. __________________________________________________ The Promise. What would you do? http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=317932 Enough is enough. The 3 years of hell. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=314480 Steamy Windows. Aromatically erotic. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=313807 Days with Jean. Sequel to What are words. The story of Jean. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=313013 What are words. Love hurts. Sacrifices only for the sake of love. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=310476 The Floral Top. An unexpected sexual awakening. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=302329
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#33
10-10-2012, 12:39 PM
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LOL, funny stories bro, thanks for sharing!! Cheers ........................
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#34
18-10-2012, 10:18 PM
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Re: Spitting tales
BO
It's been a while since I last went for a massage. Back was aching again for a good rub. Scouted the neighbourhood and saw this MILF massage place where she owned. Went in and she was happy. She switched on the old aircon and it sounded like it was suffering from serious cough. "Gu gu gu gu" went the aircon. The power was really weak as there were not much wind from it. Sigh. The milf said: Sorry Xiaodi. A while more the aircon will be cold ok? What could I do? LL lo. Lucky for me I was wearing only my boxers. The MILF started to sweat as drips of water fell on my back. *Fuck* The milf apologized and took the towel to clean it up. She checked the aircon by raising up her arm and her red tshirt revealed a wet soccer ball on her armpits and the smell of her BO flushed the entire room like wasabi biting your nose. I immediately stood up and paid her for the half hour. She kept apologizing but I said its fine. Traumatic experience. The power of BO. __________________________________________________ Erased Memories. If you could erase memories, would you? http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=320941 The Promise. What would you do? http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=317932 Enough is enough. The 3 years of hell. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=314480 Steamy Windows. Aromatically erotic. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=313807 Days with Jean. Sequel to What are words. The story of Jean. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=313013 What are words. Love hurts. Sacrifices only for the sake of love. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=310476 The Floral Top. An unexpected sexual awakening. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=302329 Don't quote WHOLE POST unnecessarily
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#35
26-10-2012, 10:04 PM
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Re: Spitting tales
The chatterbox grumbler
There it was another day to search for a getaway to ease my muscle tensions. Went to another neighborhood to check out and entered a door with the massage signature. A milf came out and welcomed me in. The place was small but cosy. She played nice music and soon started her massage. Milf: How Xiao Di, strength can or not? I replied yes. And upon my reply she started to load ammunition to her machine gun with endless barrels of bullets and started to talk nonstop like a chicken backside, uttering shit and nonsense. From complaining about the number of people stepping in to the cost of living to her living lifestyle compared to her life in China. And the cost of food and stuff. For the entire hour my ears had not closed and her sheer nonsense flooded the insides of my ear where the words tried to fight one another to enter in. Until my brain was filled fully with the alphabets of her complaints, I raised my head and told her off. Me: Wah lau eh auntie, I come here to massage and relax. Nabei you keep complaining nonstop with all your saliva spitting all over me how can I relax? The milf apologized and gave me an extra 15 minutes of head massage. But I think earwax may be a better option to erase the alphabets stuck in my ears. __________________________________________________ 你问我为什么开始喝酒，而且每次都喝醉 Right here waiting. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=321606 Erased Memories. If you could erase memories, would you? http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=320941 The Promise. What would you do? http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=317932 Steamy Windows. Aromatically erotic. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=313807 Days with Jean. Sequel to What are words. The story of Jean. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=313013 What are words. Love hurts. Sacrifices only for the sake of love. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=310476 The Floral Top. An unexpected sexual awakening. http://sammyboy.today/showthread.php?t=302329
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