I was looking for a tall chica in her 20s’. She had shoulder length wavy hair, not a top hottie but seemed to fit the profile. She was yawning, lion mouth style. A glistering of upper metal tooth. Seeing I was making eye contact with her, she immediately closed her mouth and switched to performance mode with a fake smile. I asked her if she would like to sit with me and have a drink, she accepted.

"Como se llamar ustead?" - What’s your name?
"Garrrrrol." - Carol.
"Habla ingles?" - Do you speak English?
"Un poquito." - Just a little.
"De donde eres?" - Where are you from?
"Districto Federal. Arriba?" - Mexico City. Upstairs?

Her hand began reaching my crotch. I hate it when they grab me downstairs.

"Arriba!"
"Ok, ok. Cuanto?" - How much?
"Sixty dollars."
"Is that the only English you know?"
Giggling.

So off we went, left the drinks untouched. At the hotel’s front desk, she immediately gained custody of the towel under her arm. I hate it when they act like that. It’s a sign of "me first."

Once in the room,she closed the door. "Money, please." I handed it over. She turn down the lights, took off her clothes, then STOOD over the toilet and pissed. Her pists scattered all over the toilet cover and the bathroom floor. It was soooo disgusting. She then wiped herself out with the towel. Now I know why!

She padded the bed. "Hey, you, lie down." Looked like she’s going to bj me off. I declined. She jumped onto the bed and said "Ok, you do it." Her body was ok. She turned her head aside. I said "kiss?" "No kiss."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah. I finish(ed). You finish, ok?"
"What’s the rush? It’s thirty minutes."
"Ah, ah, ah, ah. You finish, please?"

Luckily, her snatch felt rrrrreally good. I came in record time. She immediately got up. Again, no sink, no shower, just wiped! Before she opened the door, she threw me a consolation price. "Wanna kiss?"

I said, "No."