Massage Parlor

This was certainly not an easy decision to make... But The hardest choices require the strongest wills.

Damian did it.

Choosing a place to visit was an interesting experience, but Damian was eager to experience Japanese service.

Japanese schoolgirls were a major porn export, and Damian was planning to dedicate a separate day to that; after actively having sex with a MILF, he wanted something more relaxing.

Besides, as for a restaurant, he had recently eaten some delicious food. Japanese housewives were simultaneously blatant whores with unfulfilled libidos and excellent cooks.

So Damian's choice fell on a massage parlor.

The interior elegance was nice, but it didn't have an overtly lewd undertone.

A girl quickly approached and rectified the situation by leading him to the appropriate room for the services he desired, where he was offered tea, seated in a comfortable armchair, and given a book filled with photos of Japanese womans in swimsuits.

It was a thick book with a wide variety of women, differing in breast size, hips, and waist. All sorts of Japanese beauties, from traditional quiet, dark-haired women to more specific types like Gyaru.

Damian decided to try a classic, choosing a MILF in a red swimsuit with enormous breasts, and ordered a bath service.

The list of services contained nothing but one phrase:

Anything you want.

Damian looked up at the girl waiting for his choice.

"Is everything free here?"

"Of course, Damian-sama! Some services here are paid for, but in your case, the girls themselves pay the massage parlor for the opportunity... for cultural interaction."

"For rough sex with a good dick," Damian corrected her with a smirk. The events of the day had given him a surge of confidence.

"How rude," the Japanese woman replied with a gentle smile, "Are you sure you don't want a double session? I'm completely free for you."

"Maybe next time," the guy waved her off, tossing the catalog of girls back to her. "I want number 84."

"As you wish!" the girl bowed low, showing him her cleavage and buttocks, which were tightly encased in a thin silk robe.

It took only about 10 minutes before Damian was led to the designated room with a bath, where the chosen Japanese slutty milf was already completely naked and ready.

Without hesitation, Damian joined her in the bath, looking at her with interest. She continued to smile genuinely, and her eyes shone with joy and desire.

“Good evening, Damian-sama. Allow me to perform the ritual cleansing of your beautiful body before you **** me pathetic japanise body.”

Her palms gathered moisture and gently touched Damian's body as he enjoyed the slow caresses.

"Can this really be called **** if you're asking for it yourself?"

"Forgive my foolishness, Damian-sama. What kind of scenario do you want? Should I play a caring mother, your girlfriend's mother, a playful neighbor, an unfaithful wife, an oblivious aunt? Or just a stupid Japanese slut who can only moan your name?"

"Such a wide selection." Damian's hands rested on her enormous breasts as the guy thought. He kneaded her boobs while she smiled. "Any fantasy, and my word is law for you?"

She only nodded, suppressing her moans. Damian's fingers began to play with her nipples. Judging by her milkers, he had a chance to get her milk.

He pondered her offer. He had come here for Japanese services, and they hadn't disappointed him, but such a wide range of choices was intriguing.

Although, in the end, the finish was the same. He fucked her until she lost consciousness, leaving her lying there ****.

But as they say, it's important to enjoy the whole journey, not just the end.