I love sex and I don’t believe in a paid sex. I believe sex is not just making love. It is an emotional bond that connects for that particular durat...on, how can someone pay and derive the same pleasure and love with the other partner.Meeting Pooja was the best thing that had happened to me after so long. We met at the Cycle day event in Indranagar, Bangalore that happens on the last day every month. We started off chatting, riding our bikes together, spoke about our love towards cycling and. It was literally a monster I knew that tonight was the night.. If you have read my previous experiences you will know that I have been fucked in my arse but it was by a lady boy with a less than 3 inch penis but this time I knew that my arse was to get the real thing tonight.We started to kiss on the bed. He was on top of me. Our erect dicks touched each others. His rock hard body felt so good against mine.He kept rubbing his dick against my pubic area as he smooched me. He went a little lower. I could make minimum wage cutting grass or stocking shelves, but I couldn’t live on that. “OK, let’s try Backpage.” Never heard of it and told her so. “Backpage has fewer jobs than Craigslist but, uhm, more that don’t require a degree or academic skills.” Christine looked like she was about to blush. Backpage it was. The usual jobs were the usual minimum wage, doing shit I didn’t want to do. “Try the adult jobs,” she suggested. I did. God, I wish I had born with a vagina. Most of the jobs were. She needed a release and she needed it NOW! She could feel it building up inside of her and she kept going at it at an insane pace. Finally she screamed as an earthshattering orgasm hit her. It had been months since she had cum and this time not only did she cum but she squirted all over the bed. Something she had never do e before. She collapsed exhausted on the bed, but it felt so good. But why was she thinking about Becky? She had never been with a woman before, she was always told it was a.