In my fourth year of university, I accidentally wandered into a strange shop one day. The place was called "Winna wo Pakkurinko," a name that sounded oddly similar to a brothel. Curious, I went inside. The interior was simple, with several desks lined up, giving it a bar-like atmosphere. Slightly disappointed, I decided to order a drink anyway. The price was 4,000 yen for 30 minutes—not too expensive. After a while, music started playing, and suddenly my pants and underwear were pulled down. A girl in her twenties popped out from under the desk and took my dick into her mouth. Just as the shop's name suggested, the service began immediately. She had black hair and an adorable mouth, sucking me with wet, smacking sounds. The warmth of her mouth traveled through my groin—this surprise attack brought me dangerously close to climax. Only five minutes left. Impatient, she suddenly offered her pussy. I hesitated for a split second, but figured it's still a hole, and thrust inside. Ugh!! So warm. I moved quietly, trying not to get caught by staff, but the desk shook violently. Slap, slap, slap—the sounds echoed around. In the end, I squirted a little on her breasts. After that, I lost count of how many times I came with her. Even now, I still squirt a little.