Triple-Run Tuesday: A Marvel of Bio-Engineering
[b]Monger#77:[/b] The Fuckclub List, maps, USD -- did you do [i]any[/i] homework prior to arrival? As these items are mentioned hundreds of times in the forum what enticed you to Quito?! Could I have made it any easier? -- as per many a testimony many members "hit the ground running" with the information provided. La Galeria 200 is closed as a chongo; it’s rock club now, as per my notes in the last couple weeks (for the next list update). You need a little more time than 3-4 days to net a non-pro here; big-city, desperate, poverty-pussy Lima will be easier.
[b]Meat Loaf:[/b] The boys like to drink in 3 Star. One guy probably insulted another guy’s mother, she standing to the side waiting for a ficha. Who knows.
Yesterday I hit Club 122 for some Johanna (now Patti). She’s not as finely cut as 2006 but still oh-so worth the 800 penny price tag. She’s a bit of an odd fuck. It’s the way she irratically breathes as you drill her. As a mirror was at the head of the bed, lining her up for flatdog was delicious. Huge titties, this incredibly landscaped blonde underneath me, watching my cock drill between her ass cheeks, all for 800 pennies. While I didn't get around to flexing my muscles in the mirror like Patrick Bateman in [i]American Psycho[/i], I’d look myself in the eyes with the visual screaming back at me: this is empowerment.
Over to Amorcito. Hmmm, a new petite, busy. Over to VIP Sala, 10 elephants. Left. The doorguard gave me a tip me as to one of my faves, Deborah -- relocated to Alondras.
Back to Amorcito for slender petite Katherine, 20 years young. I had a feeling she was going to be a b*tch in bed. She kept asking every 90 seconds “are you done?” “No,” I finally replied, “I am not Ecuadorian.” She groaned. Sometimes it is worth 800 pennies to simply drill a pussy in pain. I offered her my KY (which is lame) three times, an upgrade from her .49 cent lube (think Noxzema) but she declined. Fine then, you put yourself on the market, take it in full force dumbo. I should’ve grabbed her big ears and thrust harder. Maxed out time and left without orgasm.
Over to Café Rojo. Second session with Viky, 2000 pennies. I watched her for a half hour, whetting my appetite. I love the way her ass fills her jeans. I find too many Rojo girls, while having pretty faces and huge (fake) tits, have big asses. Blah. Viky is not guilty of this. Tightest buns in the house (when Dom's not around).
In the room my first question was “how much time do I have max?” “Twenty minutes. Why?” I smiled, not saying anything. She started with all smiles, eye-contact. After a handful of positions I hear “time!” Was that for us? I don’t know. Viky said nothing and I pushed her into flatdog. With no mirror before us, only above, I let my face contort in ferocity as I applied multiple rhythms to entice the little leche-bastards out. With this fine Ecuador sl*t beneath me, repeating again and again in my head just that, holding my breath as I bounced up and down off the bed, I felt orgasm approaching, shot over the edge, wound down with post-strokes, rolled over spent and gasping for breath.
As my brain re-booted and assembled she spun over, mumbled something about time, started dressing. Uhhhh, where am I?!
This is so worth 2000 pennies.
As I exited the hallway to the main room I see her talking to her friend, eyeing me. Ah, the bio-engineered gringo makes for some conversation. The men and women who created viagra, cialis and levitra truly love humanity.
I need to find a chica that french-kisses. I’m ready for the next level. With my favorite Danielle gone (curses!) guess I will have to go to Puerto Viejo and find Vivian.
I have popped my 6th Vitamin C, upgrading from every 4th day to every 3rd day. Time to head north to Alondras …