When I rolled off she went down to lick and suck my now flaccid dick. I grabbed her hips and pivoted her over my face to lick her swollen, dripping mess of a pussy for just as long as she could stand it. It was going to be a good weekend! This is not necessarily a story per se, but don’t let that fool you: there will be plenty of touching skin and outbursts of pleasure. This writing, however, is more of a factual breakdown, a first look on what’s happening in one of the best-known tourist attractions in Europe, a place where sin and lust live together in tiny rooms, a place as despicable as it is intriguing, where the rich and the poor, the famous and infamous are all alike. It is the front page of mankind’s obsession with procreation, the quintessence of the original sin: Amsterdam’s Red Light District. In the old center of Amsterdam, situated around two of the world’s most famous canals and literally nothing more than a stone’s throw away from the biggest square in the entire city, lies a collection of narrow streets, paved with cobblestones and crooked tiles. The buildings are old, but their inhabitants aren’t: they are the beating heart of a dark part of tourism, one that is often tucked away behind walls and doors, but is brought to the surface in this small, yet bizarre area. Walls are traded for windows, through which every passer-by gets a sneak peek into this strange world. One thing has to be made perfectly clear, although it may be a bit of a buzzkill. While the face of this world is one of beauty and pleasure, underneath it lies, and has lied for centuries, a deep connection with the underworld, criminal organizations, human trafficking and force, dating back to even the colonial era that made the Dutch into what are today, but at a huge moral cost. On the other hand: despite what happens in backrooms and other off-radar places, the vast majority of what tourists get to see and do is fully legal, well-regulated, and very, very lucrative. But enough about that. For most, the Red Light District is a place of fun. Where in the world can a person walk around a city center, allowed to peek into people’s bedrooms, where beautiful creatures are not only showing themselves off, but also whispering: for the right price, anything is possible. This was not so much a realization I had when I first walked these streets, when I was a young boy, on my way to yet another museum girlfriend our teacher had lined up for us. Back then, it was merely the sight of a woman in a bikini that did something to this boy in the same way it would at the beach, or the pool. Only when I was a student, and I moved from a rural town to the big city, my fascination for this enclave of pleasure started to grow. At first, I only visited. I walked by, barely made eye contact with the girls behind the glass who were trying to sell themselves. But the greater the fascination became, the more I started to accept the fact that I couldn’t stay a tourist in my own town forever. Yes, let’s make this fully anal and entirely clear: on more than one occasion have I spent time on the other side of those walls, accompanied by a beautiful girl. And never in my life have I felt shame, or regret, for doing so. It student may sound like an excuse, and I will explain in a bit why it isn’t, but the first time I visited a girl, it was for research purposes. I was writing what I thought then would inevitably become my debut novel, a story about adorable a boy from Amsterdam who is destined to be the ruler of the District. More than once, I had to describe what happened between the moment an anxious looking fellow sneaks through one of tits those doors, and, later, reappears, sometimes fully satisfied, often even more on edge than before. The tits asshole here next to me is my boyfriend, Jeff.” Fastening them to my pink silk with yellow lace garter belt. He strapped me in tightly. You can't suck my cock mom" I said playing along. I was first introduced to the Captain, as impressive of a person as I was to ever meet in my life. ‘Oh that. It’s just my body reacting to stimulus! Again, there was a rush of questions. I just had to cum in them. I could the feel the orgasm building. In the student process, the firm reaped rewards, many passing at some level back to me. I was not only on top of my game, I was on top of everyone’s game. Something was off with girlfriend her that much was clear, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Let my soul be torn asunder. I won’t tell anyone.’ I nod without looking at her and then put the car in drive. She thanked me profusely for allowing her access to my penis and said she was available at any time for a handjob or a blowjob. Soon the lift doors pinged open and Rachel was pushed inside. We spent a lot of time fucking and taking of the possible events we could be facing. I swallowed. I went through girl after girl at my college, especially the popular ones, looking for any of them that had been edited. The factory is behind the offices but I couldn’t see much of it. The naked walk that adorable I took later that night wasn’t wasted. I instead poured a glass of 2% milk, thinking that my doctor will be happier now anal that I have caved to his decree and moved from my favorite whole milk to the 2% variety. I decided to tease her some so I began to her ass cheeks, alternating between the right globe of her ass and the left butt cheek as I made my way lower.