BoBo, fun & energetic MILF in Hing Loong Building
Shouts to bro rubmeinatub for his original report on BoBo. I'd never read a report on her, and there's usually at least one dame in that building whose magnetic yoni energy attracts my wandering lingam: the all-seeing one-eyed trouser trout that all too often sends us mongers up the wrong path...or the right one.
So after a week of relentless sunshine and a farewell lunch for a fellow employee at some Shanghai place, I hop the MTR to that wonderful crumbling Temple of Cooze: the Hing Loong Building. I'd been pinging BoBo on text message and WeChat (she writes in Chinese, so WC's in-app translation came in handy). She's confused as to whether those comms were from the same guy, so I snap a quick selfie in the work bathroom. What a pain: have to line up the camera, not look like a serial killer...I dunno why people are so obsessed with these fucking selfie-things. Are they afraid they'll forget what they look like from one day to the next?
WeChat translate is hardly perfect, so you get gems like: “我知道你是非常棒的靓鬼仔，我喜歡你... I know you are very good and pretty ghost, I'm starting to like you ...” yes well this is promising. I rock up shortly before the appointed hour and she's waiting for me with the “Please Wait” sign turned to prevent any misdirected mongers—nice touch.
BoBo does indeed look leggy in her black peignoir and shiny red heels. She's not the most stunning beauty on the planet—lack of orthodontia means crooked teeth, not that I care. We embrace, she's well toned, nice ass. We establish that neither of us speaks each other's language...much at all. BoBo likes action: touching, raising her knee to part your legs, other motion.
It's damp body language: she's drying off from a recent shower and I'm wearing traces of Hong Kong humidity. I gotta shed this shirt.
DIGRESSION: Back in Gwailoland, I had a tempestuous relationship with a she-cat that went so twisty that I didn't bother to inform her when I moved to another city. Exactly a decade later, I visited the previous burg: we'd kept in touch and agreed to meet. It got carnal REAL fast, like not-leaving-the-car fast, and I invited her to my hotel room the next night. Told her I'd gotten a few tattoos since we last got naked together. “You mean, like...big honking Japanese-style BONER tattoos?!?”, she said. She would say stuff like that. I said: "you'll see."
Later that evening, when my shirt came off, her eyes rolled back in her head, with only the whites showing. Yeah...so I've stopped giving answers to people who ask why I get tattooed, although frankly tattoos are as common as dirt now, so I don't get that so much anymore.
Tonight, when I took my shirt off, BoBo's eyes narrowed and, yes, rolled back until only white remained. It was cool as fuck.
The lady is a bit of goofball, likes to move-in-celebration to minor events, dunno how to describe it, but she closes the distance and kisses my tattooed torso. Then rams her tongue in my mouth. I'd been exploring and it seemed she isn't wearing any underwear...OK it is shower time is it not, let's soap it up.
She's got a large shower for a 141 room which is nice, none of that dreaded detergent-smell Opal soap, and the friskiness continues. DFKing, a bit of me-so-horny schtick but not bad, fine scrubbing and a brief but enjoyable titfuck. BoBo's dropped a cub but has natural breasts, about a C-cup and not perfectly shaped, as you'd expect. All fine with me. I'm hard as a rock and this is shaping up well—she carefully cleans my butthole, washes everything off and delivers a short, fast and head-rotating WBBJ. OK, out and trying to unpeel those silly towel plasti-paks that say “$10” on them.
She comes out and unpeels another plasti-pak, then tosses me another towel. BTW, BoBo (who said one parent's from HK and the other's from “Taiguo” which I'm pretty sure means Taiwan) tends to hawk and spit a fair amount—doesn't bother me. I'm drying off, enjoying the air-con breeze, waiting for her to swing into action.
Damn Shanghai food...ya want some in HK, head to North Point, my co-workers didn't pick a NP Shanghai eatery...I inadvertently let loose a bunghole-burp: no aroma thank Zeus, but it was audible, and she heard it. I guess that squelched any thought of a rimjob, not that I'm a huge fan of those, but...sorry about that, BoBo.
She jumps me and we tongue-tango for a bit while I stroke her taut ass. She moves down...BoBo's got a smallish mouth but deftly uses both her hands (nice nail-polish) to tease my pole while rotating her mouth as she sucks the helmet. A bit less intense than I'd like, but still feels damn good—I encourage her with skin-stroking and the occasional subtle growl. Then she stops and reaches for a condom after a period of blowjob time I find insufficient for a 141 walkup. But that's easy to fix: just tell the gal to continue.
A slight smile might have crossed her lips (one good reason for extending BJ time is some dames see it as a challenge, and it's an affirmation of their oral skills). She takes off her hair-squinchie and shakes it loose, then goes back to work with renewed effort, lashing my abdomen with her hair. Ooh, nice.
So next time she reaches for a condom, I hand her the Skyn I brought: they're made of isopropylene, not latex, and IMO are superb love-gloves. She lubes up and lowers herself onto me, and settles herself down slowly. Fantastic facial expressions, no drama. This will work.
She leans forward and jams her tongue back in my mouth. Fucks me hard. Things are getting anarchic. Oh yeah, eyes roll straight back. This lady's gonna cum.
And when she does, she just slows down, which is fine by me. I'm enjoying the living hell outta this, watching her, my cock inside her...OK, what's next?
I lay her back for the lotus thing, which she doesn't quite get at first—I need to position her arms and such, then she's got it. Most girls like to look at “the action” in this position, but BoBo's looking at me. Or not looking at me, as by now her eyes are rotating seemingly at random back into her head. Look at me, looking good, slide...pure white, no iris at all. I haven't seen this in awhile and it's awesome.
She cums again. I hold her and ease her back down, she goes a bit slack post-orgasm. Wasn't expecting this, love it.
It's my turn so I hold her ass firmly and fuck from the bottom. She sucks a nipple and it suits, just then. She stops doing that, but...for some reason I want her mouth on my nipple. I'm gonna blast this fucking rocket-fuck, zap it into outer fucking space, and generally when I do that I want a tongue in my mouth or I want to stare into the instigator's face, with a fistful of hair or my hand on the back of her neck.
Well, it's our first date, maybe that's why I want my nipple sucked, makes as much sense as anything else. And she's not quite getting it—I need sign language to get that mouth on my nipple. Then, our bodies entwined, all the tubes on my Marshall stack overload at once and spark furiously, blasting hot metal resin inside their glass enclosure. Perfect end to the week.
Shower, dress, pleasantries. I give her a 500, she looks at it and there's this moment of hesitation. BoBo's a polite gal, and we've had a fine time, but I know there's going to be a surcharge. She requests an additional 100 for “no condom”—that would be the blowjob part, and her price list does say that's the tariff for said act, although it wasn't mentioned beforehand. It would be churlish not to add the red note, but she seems a bit sheepish about it. Still, it's our first meeting, and perhaps business is slack. Who knows. I'm fine with it.
We communicate somehow, chit-chat...she says gwailos are fine, but obviously would prefer someone she likes to speak with. She likes to talk, and I'm sure she enjoys talking dirty. She enjoys her sexual prowess, as she should.
And looking at that price sheet (which says “asshole fucking: $1,000”) I ask her if she's up for buttsex with me. She galvanizes, NO NO! What follows is a humorous explanation complete with thumb-finger circles showing what's OK with her and what's not. It's droll and I assure her it's not a problem in my godawful Canto AND Mando. She puts her palms together in a gesture of thanks. Ya gotta respect a gal who knows the limitations of her rectum. Porn star Sasha Grey once said she liked “spelunking” in said region. Then there's always Internet sensation “Kinky Jo”...
My experience varied from rubmeinatub's. Of course YMMV, but I think BoBo is mid- to late-30s, in good shape, non-augmented breasts that aren't Ds, not a shaven bush but a well trimmed one (much like Lily's, if you've seen this other HLB MILF) and will add appropriate surcharges—she didn't seem at all mercenary about it and treated me very well. And again, this was a first visit. I'll see her again.
I've included the DB pix that I think most represent her--desaturated them as they're way pinked out, went full monochrome on one. She showed me some new pix and indicated on the calendar that they'd be online by end-of June. I think. And if that's the black-and-chrome chair that was in the room as mentioned in the report, bro, it's gone missing.
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