Chloe was a DSL pocket rocket Holy Shit
Alright, so here's the scoop:
I was hanging with my crew at Jinya Ramen, a joint that never fails to hit the spot. Midway through slurping down some killer ramen, I started scouting out our next stop on my phone. Now, Vegas offers a buffet of options, but Viva Spa, conveniently located near Jinya in the Flamingo Business Center, caught my eye.
Strolling in, I was welcomed by this fiery Asian temptress named Chloe. She couldn't have been more than 25, petite and barely tipping the scales at 100 lbs. This redhead had a laugh that was downright infectious and a personality to match. Plus, she was rocking a pair of 32 D's that seemed to defy gravity. And, get this, her English was perfect. Chatting her up was a breeze.
She was super friendly from the get-go. We hashed out all the details about what I wanted and how much it was going to cost me. Then, it was time to chill. The initial massage was gentle yet invigorating, complete with touches, licks, and even some teasing nibbles. It was like I was being prepped for a gourmet meal.
I got to explore a bit, especially those magnificent twins of hers. It was like diving headfirst into a fantasy. Later, she began a tantalizing journey with her lips from my ears, down my neck, to my little soldier standing at attention. Her BBJ technique? Top-tier stuff. I just leaned back and took in the sight of Chloe doing her thing. I swear, I almost passed out. It was that good. When I reached the climax, it was mind-blowing. Chloe's skills were so impressive; I left a hefty tip despite knowing I'd feel it in my wallet later. But, hey, no regrets!
Honestly, if I could, I'd keep Chloe in my pocket for good times on demand, haha.
She just kept on goin. And goin.
I found myself with some time to kill in Tropicana Spencer Center. You know those days when you just want to treat yo'self? Well, that was one of those days for me. So, I headed over to Best Asian Massage Spa on Tropicana Ave. And oh boy, did I strike gold with Kiki. She was this petite dynamo, early twenties, sporting some funky yellow highlights, and a body that was toned to perfection. And her rack? Man, it was massive. She was one hot number. The best part? She was up for anything. I made a cheeky comment about wanting to get a closer look at her twins, and she was totally down. She gave me this full-on, body-to-body rubdown, sliding all over me. Her breasts were amazing, nipples hard as rocks. All I wanted to do was dive face-first into them. I told her how great her boob job looked. Every time she switched up her massage technique, I'd feel her curly hair or breasts lightly brushing against me. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it was driving me wild. Her English was passable, but she was definitely fluent in body language. The way she worked her hands and chest was nothing short of spellbinding. Before long, I was pretty turned on myself. When I suited up, she didn't hold back. She was all over me, treating my cock and balls like royalty. She even gave my nipples some attention while stroking me. And the way she teased my earlobe with her tongue while she was at it. Damn, Kiki's DSL skills were out of this world. There wasn't a tooth in sight. Once things heated up to that level, I couldn't hold back for more than a minute. It was a VIP experience like no other!
After Kiki cleaned me up, I snuck in one last feel of her boob before leaving her a well-deserved tip. That's how we do it in Vegas, baby.
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