This is a story about a street prostitute caught in the sticky pleasure of sex with an older man. I need money right now. I have to build a tower for my beloved RYO. The first thing that comes to mind is "street prostitutes." I see girls lining up on the street every day on my way to the male prostitute club. Everyone does it... I started by standing on the street in front of the park with a fairly relaxed attitude. However, once I started, it was quite difficult. I negotiated a price with the man who was staring at me as if assessing an item, and then went to the hotel. Her almost crying gargling, and the still unpleasant stench of her freshly brushed teeth... reminded me of the age of the man I was about to embrace, and the reality that I was selling my body. Although he was old, his breathing was heavy, and he licked me in a disgusting way. It felt uncomfortable. Finish it quickly. But for some reason, after it was over, he was unusually friendly. Maybe I was more suited to it than I thought. Finally, he allowed them to have sex. This isn't bad; in fact, it feels great… I realized I enjoy sex. Why? Because I'm getting old? I might want to do it again. Once I started feeling this way, I became addicted without even realizing it.