The Skinny Whore – How I met her

“Please find her picture and video here”

One night I was alone at our apartment. Vanta went out with one of the sex tourists she met on that day. It has been a while since she left home so I didn’t know if she was still together with the guy or if she already returned to the hotel. My wife sometimes stands in front of the hotel at night and waits for clients. So it could have been that she returned early from the meeting with the sex tourist and now stands in front of the hotel.

The chances were not that great but I decided to have a look as I anyway wanted to have a walk and check if I could find something to fuck before I go to bed. So I went down and checked if Vanta was somewhere at the lobby or on the street in front of our hotel. But I couldn’t see her there. Instead of Vanta I saw a skinny lady in a black evening dress. She was sitting in a dark corner. I was not sure what she was doing there.

It was normal that women were standing on that street and waited for clients. Vanta was not the only one. But I never saw someone sitting there at night. When I came closer I also was not sure if she was sleeping or not. It must have been about 2 am in the morning. When I steped in front of her she looked upwards to me. She wasn’t sleeping yet, but looked as she would soon fall a sleep.

I immediately recognized her. A few hours a go I saw her at the Beach Road. She was standing there and waited for clients. I remembered her, because I thought to myself that I would love to fuck that chick. However I had something else to do and so I passed by. Now she was sitting on the road in front of my apartment. How crazy is that? She looked up to me and started to talk. Her English was not good, but I could understand want she wanted.

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