Vika’s wet pussy within reach, her barely succeeding attempts to keep me excited and my growing impatience provoked me into stepping it up. Given Vika’s position, I thought it would be interesting to haul myself over her, off the bed, and see if I could get the angle right. I told the girl not to move, pulled her hips towards me just enough for it to reach the edge of the bed, and aimed my dick towards the right spot. The large mirror on the bedside wall, stretching all the way cum over the length of the bed, showed her entire body getting ready for my arrival, and the muscles in her face tightening when I entered her. This improvised position had a few major benefits: I could touch most of Vika’s body without moving too much, my fingers were in perfect position to rub her lips and clitoris, and the fact that I was staring at myself in the mirror made me feel like I was being watched by a close friend, who was continuously approving of my moves, my handwork, and the pace and force with which dogging I was fucking this girl. This continued for longer that I could have hoped for, and definitely longer than I had expected. In fact, it took me such a long time to get there, that something else happened -- or at least, I think it did. Just after a position change -- I was back on the bed, Vika lying on her back underneath me -- I thought I saw something in her eyes, a shimmer of hope. It was as if she realized something, or had a great idea, or figured out the solution to a problem that had taunted her for ages. I noticed it, kept doing what I was doing, and forgot about it for a second or two. A series of events, however, led me to believe I had done something that I never thought I’d ever do to a hooker, but her dilated pupils, her short breaths and a squeezing, sucking motion on my dick surely looked, walked, and quacked like a duck called orgasm . I never stopped to ask, and both the mental and physical sensation of it all dragged me into the dark corners of climaxing as well, but to this day, I know what I saw, and I know what I felt. While the vast majority of Amsterdam’s girls and venues have quick, straightforward action as their number one goal, there are people and places one can go if one has a slightly kinkier way of living. Some girls, for starters, don’t just wink at men anymore; they have broadened their horizons, and maximized their target groups, trying to lure in women who are ready to live their lives in whole new ways. There are possibilities for threesomes, whether it’s a couple paying a girl, a single guy with two hookers, or even group action. There are women dressed in latex suits, carrying whips and handcuffs, for those who need to be overpowered, as well as ones with some extra flesh, some extra years lived, or even girls with something extra in a way that is quite a surprise when you walk past. Some might give you a sneak peek of gangbang props they can use, or skills or assets pussy they have, even though indecent behavior visible to everyone is still illegal. (That said, I party have seen girls who deliberately leave the curtains open if their customer asks them to, thus being fucked for the entire world to see). It needs no explanation that most things, if not anything, could happen in Amsterdam. Search well, and you might find place for all you have ever longed for. That’s not to say every experience is as good as the next. Sometimes, one just gets unlucky. It happens everywhere in life, and it happens here, too. A girl can be in a terrible mood. She can be arrogant, or not quite ready yet, or perhaps she just came out of an hour long pounding with The Guy Who Never Came. It’s difficult to put one’s finger on it, but it happens. It happened to me, too. It was during a rather unplanned visit to the District. She also concluded that she may be enjoying the fact that she has given more control over to Killian and willing to be more open sexually. “Do you want to get involved to?” Mrs. Fox asked Chloe. Then with great care, I thrust forward till hips encountered hips. Maybe I could recover some graze from the sword by acting wanton. Your cunt really is so tight! “There’s a woman here to see you. "Well, miss detective, you knew where he lived but you didn't know his father died?" You wanted her to socialize more.” Rachel and Gemma sat down beside us on the small dining table in the kitchen and started eating their own meals gangbang – Gemma an impressively healthy salad she’d prepared and Rachel a cup-a-soup. “Cut it out.” Matt interjected, a little more calm than before. “When you grab my boobs, does that get you in the mood?” As I had finished cumming for who knows how many times tonight, I caught Terry out of the corner of my eye. I can’t even remember why it was that I wanted to jump off the bridge. “Of course not; I’ve told you, any time. Mom broke the kiss to glance up at him. His face was bloody and broken. I’m never one to pussyfoot around so I called out, “Give it up, Shutt. He used rope to pull her feet up and out over her body as he tied them to the table legs above her head leaving her hips raised slightly off the edge of the table. “Now we’re ready to go into the club,” she said firmly as she took my hand and led me toward a set of black doors with the winking cat logo in the center of each of them. As they left the windowless heart of the Palace he began to spot windows, sunlight streaming in through them. I presumed that pussy they were going for a swim. She had party to cough a few dogging times trying to expel pubic hair from her mouth. Araceli cum giggled. She slowly moved it back to her breast and again forced the nipple against Liz’s mouth. Sure, I had seen Momo and Sonja lick my cum off each other’s breasts, or finger each other, but they had never kissed or shown any real sexual interest in each other.