>>12787841 Back home, the BGC poster lurched down the stairs, panting and perspiring in excitement. Every downward step brought the hooker deeper and deeper into the putrid airs emanating from all directions. The BGC poster began peeling off the clothes that, up to then, had been glued to his skin by a sticky adhesive mix of sweat and semen. The whore wretched as a second, more powerful wave of rot washed over her.
The hooker undressed, revealing a haggard figure dotted by liver spots and needle scars. By now the BGC poster was in a sexual frenzy, tugging apart the mass of rolls that undulated in the crevice between his gut and thighs. A thick mat of darkness emerged and the BGC poster triumphantly parted his thick pubic hair, exposing his organ which stood erect like a young child’s finger.
Grimacing, the prostitute sat herself on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch anything in the room. She had only just laid her fingers on his stunted member when the BGC poster could no longer contain himself and a premature stream of seed throbbed out of his organ. The degree of the the BGC poster’s disappointment was only matched by prostitute’s relief, as the wench hastily left for the twenty Euro crack binge ahead of her.
