I think I’m the youngest gigolo from Mumbai. I’m 6.2 feet tall with a muscular body and six pack tool size 6 inches but very thick that any women ...will love to take…So coming to the story 2 years ago I passed my 10 th std and was admitted to a reputed college in Mumbai. I used to get an average pocket money but as you know the expenses I used to get short of money as I used to spend money on mobiles and laptops so I decided to earn some money for myself. I put my gigolo ad on the internet but. .. easier than walking down a steep trail. I thought I'd be getting far ahead of those guys and never seem them again.At the bottom of the mountain and near the flatter part of the trail, there's a big stream to cool off in with a trail bridge going over it... I was sweaty and out of breath, and you better believe I went straight into the water. I can still feel my head pulsing with heat and the cool water rushing around me while I laid down on the shore. I heard a group approaching, and. He was ready to come. His cock was swelled, and his breathing was shallow. He stood close, so his movement was near me, and he smiled at me before the last stroke.When he came, I could see everything clearly. The slip of his hand over the end of the head and back again, and the spurt of the fluid from the end. As well as seeing it, I could feel it. His come spurted across the small gap between us, and most of it landed on my busy hand. A small amount fell between my fingers and my desperate. She really would prefer to take care of THAT herself, but she didn´t say anything. He was holding her wrist (very firm!); her two fingers were buried almost knuckle-deep. In her own arsehole!No man had ever treated her so rude. She was unable to be silent, her soft moaning grew louder. “I think you like this...dirty. Little whore..”She tried to shake her head. But she knew that it was going to happen anyway. She would not be able to fight it much longer.“Dirty, dirty whore...”“Noooo” she.