Don't ask me to stop now! - groans Miti while riding on top of the noble gentleman, who rolls up his tight anal hole. -I'm about to explode !!! - groans the man. Two knocks on the door make Miti disengage from the police giant and its huge dark rebar. -Oh, damn ... it's my husband! You better get out the window, before he finishes you off! ”The little Nissei speaks in falsetto while putting on her clothes. In the back of the Japanese pastry shop in an old neighborhood of São Paulo, Miti used to receive some customers for an extra round of what he called "pastel de flango". Sometimes with one, sometimes with many men at once. The frying oil mixed with the smell of the incense sticks that it lit to hide the police scent and the sperm. #putaria