In Tijuana, this situation was reversed. The stereotype of a Tijuana prostitute was to me of a “good girl” who was simply trying to make a living... In the five years that I consequently spent frequenting Tijuana whorehouses, I saw no indication of d**g activity at all. In fact, the drinks that the prostitutes drank in the bar were deliberately watered down. I had the feeling that prostitution in Mexico was just another way of making a living, as is being a butcher, a baker, or a candlestick. Now he is coming, shoot his sperm down her throat, she is sucking all of it down and cleans his cock off. “you taste so good master” then she says” can I fuck you now” Steve looks down, his cock is still hard, lays down on the bed to let rose have her way with him. She gets up on top of him, puts his cock inside her pussy, starts to slowly rock up and down, up and down faster and faster. She is coming but keeps moving up and down, she works through her orgasm, in another minute she is going. I reached around her to lower her zipper and out they sprang, a pair of huge tits which I fondled with great delight.I was smiling like the chesire cat and she seemed to be delighted with my boyish enthusiam. “You like?” she asked. Duh! I was thrilled! She lay back on the bed and I started to kiss and suck her nipples while she gently rubbed the back of my head.I went to town on those big knockers, burying my face in them and licking them all over. “Yah” she said, “That’s goot.” I thought so. I was very horny that day doesn’t know why. When I went there I saw a really sexy girl in tight t-shirt and black jeans. She was speaking on a phone in balcony. My first thought was of fucking this sexy girl in her pussy. I could not keep my eyes away from her; she was damn hot man. Well controlling my feelings I went inside.Inside I found two other girls. One was of typical south Indian color (brown but very sexy ). she had loose curly sexy hair. She was wearing leggings and a tight top. I.