Space club dating diary ``Private mental image scenery'' again

C month x day

The hotel, which was reopened several years ago, has a lot of dubious couples, probably because of the location.

"You can also buy a tank" is the slogan, and if you think about it (even if you don't think about it), you should never buy a tank, but in short, the effect of the black card that was deceived and made was demonstrated, and "If you don't mind, the executive I will check you in at the lounge."

The name of the place tickled the hearts of "petit bourgeoisie" like Joe, but in reality it was a poor place that was the opposite of "executive" in every respect.

Around Joe, several couples who can only be called "barely clothed dicks and pussy" are also checking in.

Calling such a place where men and women gather “executives” is ridiculous.

"You must be one of them!"

Of course, assuming that this kind of behavior is "adult response".

Well, today's companion is Miss Dynamite, Joe's favorite right now.

Her charm lies in her body, both in rabbits and horns.

It's not a well-trained and aesthetic one, but a slightly rounded and well-defined feminine sosol body.

When you compare Miss Dynamite with the dubious women around her, it goes without saying that there is a huge difference in terms of elegance, but her coveted curvaceous beauty is probably hidden by the French lingerie that Joe gave her last time.

So, I wanted to get out of such a shabby place immediately and push Miss Dynamite down in my room, but it would be embarrassing rather than embarrassing to leave my seat before I finished drinking the "cappuccino" I ordered with her.

Miss Dynamite seemed to see through Joe's "mental scenery" and whispered, "Joe, you can push him down here," while putting her hands on her knees.

These 'whispers' and 'hands on knees' not only physically stimulate the crotch area, but they also work wonderfully to stimulate the release of narcotic substances in the brain.

As expected, I can't push her down here, so I immediately move to the room, and as soon as I enter the room, I cover Miss Dynamite's mouth and push her down on the bed.

Then, when she stripped her clothes hard enough to not tear them, she was wearing a French lingerie that Joe gave her as a gift.

It is a wonderful limb that stimulates the man's heart and crotch.

Repeatedly kissing and unhooking the brassiere reveals breasts that make you want to shout "Oh my God!"
Joe also likes big areolas.

Then, only a small area of ​​cloth that was sufficiently damp was shifted, and Joe himself, who was unusually stiff without doping, was inserted.

Instead?
 

C month △ day

Miss Dynamite had said that she would return before the date changed, but after swimming in the pool, enjoying meals, and hopping around the hotel and the hotel bar, the date changed and she ended up staying the night. .

Unusually before going to sleep? Once again Joe let himself in.

When I wake up the next morning, Miss Dynamite is asleep without makeup.

Mr. Mac will continue to pretend to sleep until the woman puts on makeup again, but Joe is a fake gentleman, so he doesn't take such consideration.

And the girlfriend without makeup is a different person No. 28 so much that I want to say, "Who are you?"

However, that doesn't mean Miss Dynamite's charm is lost.

When the make-up is removed, she looks more than 10 years younger, but the contrast between her youthful and erotic flesh stands out, and it has a wonderful effect on Joe's crotch, which can hardly be said to be functionally excellent.

Miss Dynamite, who senses Joe's presence and wakes up, immediately perceives the change in Joe himself and lowers himself.

Her greatest charm is her attitude of trying to enjoy sex with all her might, not to mention her body.

The allowance is the highest price ever, but the reason I can pay it comfortably so far is because he always accepts Joe's desires with all his might.

After quickly finishing our morning activities (bitter smile), we both slowly got on the bus and had breakfast with room service.

Disbanded after Miss Dynamite took her time and carefully disguised herself.
 

B month and day

It's a devil's invitation from Osamu-kun.

“Would you like to take a sex seminar?”

That is.

Normally I would have laughed it off and refused, but I had just gotten a fascinating sex partner named Miss Dynamite, and she always responded to Joe's desires, but on the contrary, Joe satisfied me sexually. I had no idea, so I decided to give it a try.

Mr. Osamu has already taken the class twice, and says, "My life has changed."

As expected, Joe couldn't help but smile wryly.

On that day, I was guided to a luxury apartment owned by a man who was older than Joe, who was called a teacher.

There are four participants, including Joe and Osamu.

I don't think it's something a decent adult would do to learn to be lascivious on a weekday afternoon, but I had some expectations.

However, the conclusion was disappointing.

The teacher enthusiastically talked about the anatomy of the female body with textbooks and other materials, and the students, except for Joe, were listening intently, but Joe was the only one who had a hard time holding back his laughter.

Perhaps Sensei had seriously thought about sex, and in doing so, he was overwhelmed by the wonder of the female body, and perhaps he reached a certain truth.

But the sex terminology that the teacher uses in the seminar is so unique that Joe finds it funny.

If the other students laughed, it might have made the seminar a little more enjoyable, but no one was laughing, and even Osamu used the term to ask his teacher a question.

At first I was holding back my laughter, but gradually I couldn't laugh anymore.

After taking a break, the seminar took more than 3 hours (bitter smile), but Joe left the apartment without learning anything.