He disappeared after for about 10 minutes as I composed myself and then re-emerged. After wanking myself off twice reliving the whole exoctic experience I slept for 10 hours.Matter of factly he asked was the massage any good. We left the next morning, and the staff lined up to bid us farewell.We arrived at a hotel in Habanara about 5pm to visit the sites the next day; it was a nice modern hotel but as it was out of season, and earily very quiet.
Instead, another guy turned up in uniform and took over his bar duties.I wandered down to the bar area and asked the barman – the only member of staff around – if it was possible to book a massage.He asked when and I said now if possible, seeing as there were so few guests in the hotel.He started chatting to me which I hated – either you do a relaxing massage or we can have a chat in the bar. I said no and he replied are you looking for a girlfriend or boyfriend?This completely threw me off track as Sri Lankan culture is quite reserved and all I managed to mutter was maybe.Inevitably I came, more than I had ever done before, and the spunk hit my chin and cheeks.Amazingly, as I did, so did he all over my chest without anyone even touching it.I then berated myself for saying something so meaningless!But the next thing I knew he was applying massage oil along the backs of my legs, buttocks letting it drip between my crack.Located just off the coast of southeast India, Sri Lanka is an impressively large island nation with more than 20 million citizens.Their women share many physical features with Indian girls and appear in a wide range of amateur sex scenes from solo masturbation to hardcore with a little voyeur mixed in for a thrill.