I like to find the most miserable hookers possible, preferably Eastern European ones that are most likely on the streets because of human trafficking. Maybe they were told they'd have a real job in America, or maybe they're just immigrants who ended up hooked on drugs, in debt to criminals, whatever it doesn't matter.
I find these hopeless cases and I give them fifty bucks and go to there motel. I look them right in the eye while I fukk them, I keep doing this. They always try to look away, and they always end up looking back. The misery on their face gets me off. Once in a while when I'm really lucky, they cry. When I'm finished with them I take them back to the street without a word.
I find these hopeless cases and I give them fifty bucks and go to there motel. I look them right in the eye while I fukk them, I keep doing this. They always try to look away, and they always end up looking back. The misery on their face gets me off. Once in a while when I'm really lucky, they cry. When I'm finished with them I take them back to the street without a word.