'Well, that was a waste of money and time,' Kyle thought as he walked out of the brothel.
'I should've known that my body was too powerful and that nothing would've come of it.'
'Can't go vanilla because you gotta be careful or you will explode her.'
'Can't get a blow job because the suction is too weak. Not even the addition of teeth made a difference.'
'Can't get a hand job because her grip strength is non-existent. It literally feels like someone blowing air on your dick from across the room. Frustration is the best word to describe it.'
Just remembering the entire ordeal made Kyle cringe.
It was so awkward.
She was genuinely trying her best, but she just didn't have the means.
"Let's try this. Let's try that. Maybe if you just. Maybe…"
Kyle sighed.
'Glad that diseases are not a thing here. I don't want Aristocrat's AIDS.'
'At least I know now that I need a strong woman to get my dick wet.'
Kyle just aimlessly walked around the city.
