Name: "That one"
Age: Early 20s
From: Lao
Language: Little English
Location: Hokkaido Spa, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Body: 4/5 (love the skinny w/ long torso, could've used more T&A)
Face: 4/5 (cute, shy)
Price: 270 something for FS 40 minutes
WIR: No need, once was enjoyable, but enough

Sometimes when you're in a new city, you want to explore the mongering supply, you walk around, find a few options, do a bit of internet research. Taking the time to find out what a city has to offer is half the fun. Hadn't been back to KL since covid so I wanted to see what the lay of the land was. But I didn't have the luxury of time. So I fired up the DB, found Hokkaido Spa, and made my way over to see what the line-up was like. Sounded like a cheap option that would save me, well, time I didn't have.

It's behind a mall in Bukit Bintang. Easily google-able. The door is not conspicuous, but it's also not hidden. Walked in and was led this way and that through hallways until they parked me, standing next to some Korean dude who was also looking for trim. A lot of these places will give you the line up as you're seated, but this one was just there, standing in the hallway.

"These 3 girls are indonesian, these two girls are chinese, she is indonesian, these two girls are lao." Numbers not exact, but that's kind of how it went. A sample platter. The korean bro looked like he needed more time to contemplate—maybe he wanted to get a 360 spin or a look at their teeth, or maybe he was curious about what my preferences would be. Even though the indo was giving "I will drain you so hard you'll need rehydration salts" eyes, I went with the shy, tall (the tallest of the line-up) Lao girl with a thin body and great legs. The other girls oohed a bit when I picked her. Maybe because of our size differential, they thought she'd come back flatted like a character from Looney Toons. Or maybe because she was always the favorite of white boys who wandered into this particular establishment. Don't know, but it's fun to think about.

She led me to the room: dank, poorly lit, kind of a gritty washable rocky floor so you didn't slip when coming out of the shower. We showered together and talked about Laos, talked about food, talked about how people think she's thai (isaan) but she's not. When I say talked, I mean we mostly spoke in short sentences and gestures. To be honest, I wasn't paying too much attention once she started soaping up LB and pressing her chest against mine.

Onto the bed, some foreplay and kissing (not on the lips!) and licking and she backed her ass into my dick as a little grinding invitation. Then, she said "do you want blowjob or fuck." I said "both" of course. She smiled, but I can tell she was probably trying to skip the throat-coat. I get it—anything to get through a shift a bit easier. But at least she wasn't rude about it. And I'm glad I didn't skip the blowjob because it was actually quite great. She wasn't a "BJ queen" like half the girls in HK walk-ups claim to be on their door ads, but my cock was nice and sensitive and she took it warmly and loving for a good three minutes before saying "fuck?"

Okay. She rides without much rhythmn, but I grab onto her shanks and start pounding upwards. Up until this moment, she was a bit shy and reserved, but I think I hit some button that made her wake up. She started giving me wider, surprised looks with her eyes and squeezed me tighter, both with her hands and with her pussy. I probably should've kept administering to her zone of preference, but I wanted to get on top, and did. This was also fun, and she was more turned on, but I could tell the angle wasn't giving her the same electric shocks.

Flip, doggy, bust. Another shower. Some less erotic, more mechanical cock-cleaning. Tip as she got her clothes back on. Big smile. Come again.

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