Gehram, the Red Lip Avenue, the Amour Brothel.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
"Ahh~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
In the midst of the sound of the creaking bed and moans of pleasure, Dorian let out a deep breath and fell into a state of blissful satisfaction.
He let go of the hips he had been gripping so tightly and sat back down on the bed with a satisfied look on his face.
"Haah~ Haah~"
The blue-eyed woman pressed against the mattress, her eyes half-closed as she basked in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking, and she then lay flat on her stomach.
She reached over to grab a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, took one, and offered one to Dorian.
"Want one?"
"Nah, I am good. I am not much of a smoker."
Dorian said with a chuckle, rubbed his eyes, and tried to find his socks from the floor.
While he wanted to purchase an overnight stay in the brothel, he couldn't afford that, surprisingly enough, and thus, settled with a three-hour session.
