Mirages
Servicing

"Ehm. Keep your manners!" Reprimanded Mom Winda, who was still standing looking at Mira's behavior, but smiled awkwardly towards the three men inside.

"Aren't you looking for a woman in red? I'm in red too, aren't I, Mom?" mira said as she poured the drink into an empty glass, without looking at Mom Winda.

He then turned his head towards the man, who was stunned to see the presence of the woman he was looking for.

"Isn't that right, sir?" said Mira with a smile of a million charms, while handing the glass filled with drinks to the man earlier.

The man was so enchanted with the charm of Mira, that his gaze seemed to be unable to escape from the beautiful woman.

Seeing this, Mom Winda no longer pay attention to what is being done by Mira, although in her heart she cursed upset to her ladies that one.

"Basar cunning fox. Apparently he was already targeting his prey, "Mom Winda's inner self by leaning next to the corner of his lips.

"All right then. You guys, serve our guests well. Excuse me, gentlemen," said Mom Winda who then went out and closed the door of the room.

After Mom Winda's departure, Mira immediately turned her face away from the man. He saw that his two friends had started making friendly outings with the guests they were serving. One of them was kissing*man, with the position of the woman sitting straddling the man, and freely his guest's hand squeezed his dense bo*kong.

While the other, kissing while the hands of his guests squeezed a crazy mound on his chest, until strange sounds began to be heard in the room.

Mira remained calm looking at all the usual things for her, and poured herself a drink.

He then rested his back on the back of the sofa, and folded one of his hands to support the elbow of the other holding the glass.

Slowly, he sipped his drink. At that moment, he felt a middle hand rubbing his smooth thigh slowly exposed.

He remained silently unmoved, until the lips of the man beside him, began to pout and pull the tips of his ears. The man then swept his neck, and inhaled Mira's scent.

Mira closed her eyes, to hold back the feeling she felt at that moment. His hand tried to keep holding the glass tightly so as not to fall.

The man got down to the recess of Mira's neck, with his hands starting to fit into her lower shirt.

Mira felt the man's fingers sweep over the cow, from outside the g-str*ing she was wearing. He bit his lower lip, and tried to stay unmoved.

Next to the man's hand, he began to lower Mira's shoulder strap, so that he could easily remove the dense circle with the pink end from its place.

Dire*mas*nya the crazy mound, with lips that have been intertwined. Mira starts to enjoy the man's game.

Mira put the glass that had been in her hands, slowly to the side. He began to embrace the man's neck, and followed his play.

Not felt, the room was now deserted and only left the two of them in there.

The game of the man who was initially so delicious and intoxicating, now turned increasingly rough. At first, he seemed to want to give his death touches to Mira, but when his desire was at the top, he immediately threw the woman on the sofa, then crushed her just like that.

Mira began to wake up from the man's cradle, and her face turned cold again. In fact, when the man's land sea cucumber began to enter and completely disappear into his property, Mira did not issue any *******.

He only groaned a little, as if he was enduring the pain caused by the man's movements.

The man no longer cared about Mira, who was in his brain only as soon as possible to complete his desire.

It did not take long, until his release was achieved, and the man sat leaning back with his pants down to his knees.

Mira got up from her position, and immediately fixed her clothes. With a flat face, he then took back the glass that was placed earlier, and poured himself a drink.

The woman drank the contents of the glass in one gulp, then put the glass back on the table.

"May you be satisfied with his service, and do not forget to pay at the cashier, Sir." Mira commented that a very clear smile was made towards the man, who was sitting limp, and breathing still panting.

"Where are you going?" the man restrains Mira's departure, by pulling the woman's hand.

"Of course, meet other guests. My task here is done, after you experienced the release earlier," replied Mira coldly.

The woman pulled her hand slowly, and walked out of the room, leaving the man still in a mess.

The nickname pe*la*cur which can't confirm*de*sah in bed, isn't exactly true. Mira is a normal adult woman, whose desires are the same as those of other women.

The proof, he had fallen asleep with the touches given by the man, but in the end, he returned to his original self, flat and cold.

Although she sells her body, Mira does not want to fall easily, let alone pretend to enjoy all the torture that the striped men do to her.

According to Mira, they are only selfish, selfish. The men did not want to think about the satisfaction of the woman who made love to them. Although he knew, if he was paid for it, but Mira did not want to lose to the man who thought he was a bastard.

After doing her first assignment tonight, Mira walks to base camp, to clean and tidy up, which is a little messy because of her guest earlier.

The night is still long, and it does not rule out the possibility that he will serve more than one man overnight, if indeed many guests want to use his services.

She went up to the second floor, and immediately headed for the make up room. Inside there, there is a special toilet for the ladies, and Mira also entered into it.

The woman went to the very end of the room, and began to urinate, and cleaned her slimy possession.

After he finished, he came out, and washed his face with water in the washtafle.

Just then, another lady came out of the toilet cubicle, holding onto her stomach and waist. He grimaced like he was enduring pain.

Mira looks at her friend through the reflection in the mirror.

"What's wrong with you, Sha?" ask Mira to the woman named Marsha.

"Uh .. constipation nih. It's not very good" lamented Marsha, who walked close to the washtafle where Mira was.

"Couldn't you? After eating what you?" asked Mira who turned her body to face Marsha.

"There's no. I don't eat anything weird. In fact, I always eat vegetables so that my BAB is smooth," replied Marsha who was still grimacing in pain.

"Not very good, huh?" tanya Mira furrowed both her eyebrows.

Marsha nodded softly with a clear face, and a sweat that had soaked her temples.

"When have you been?" ask Mira again.

"So morning" answered Marsha.

"Ehm ..," Mira seemed to think while, showing the expression of her friend who was in a bad condition.

"Your work is yesterday, right? Stringing people last night?" ask Mira directly.

"Why?" marsha asked confusedly.

"Jawab, anyway" said Mira.

"Ehm .. five if not miscalculated," he replied while trying to remember.

"Five in a night?" mira was surprised.

Marsha just nodded.

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