Putakte haggardo verzosa akech sa Davao-Cotabato-GenSan-Sarangani trip kamakailan lamang. 80 percent of trip was spent in the van. Josimio mahabagin ina ng awa. Ni walang chufaaaa si Cinderella. Nagpaserbam lang ako sa masahista dun sa Matina in Davao for 200 peysoses. Hihi! Here’s what happened.
Monday night I flew to DVO. With jetlag (jetlag, chos!) from KL to boot, I felt weary and naughty gotnothing to do in my cozy room overlooking the mountainous Matina Pangi . So I opened my trusty computer and may i-Google the bakla. Pasok sa jar, 500 peysos ang services offered sa Nature’s Spa (ata) on a home service session. It was raining so I thought it won’t hurt if I invite somebody to touch my pekpek.
The Masseur: Tale of the tape. May taas na 5’4-5’5, lanky bordering petite. Emo boy ang pota, mahaba ang buhok at mukhang sanay mageyeliner. Naloka ang titi ko, di maintindihan kung mag-erect or not, dubious sa gender ni masahistang mahaba ang wig. Chos.
But titi lang po ito, tumitigas sa himas in all places. So hayun after some gentle hagod, binikaka ako ng pota, kulang nalang itali on the headboard while he sucks my nipples while fondling with my pechay. I asked him to do me a finger, in no time I felt his whole hand inside. Fisting ata ang gusto potangenaaaa. Afraidie aguilar! But he gently withdrew sensing birhen ang nasa ilalim nya and napapangiwi na ako sa sarap. Hahaha!
I handed him 200 for the deed. Will check him out on Facebook. Share ko once I find the emo boy’s account.
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Pero witchell naman puro lakwatsa ang ginawa ni Cinderella. My group and I headed to Matina Pangi’s flood victims for a medical mission. The place is still in disarray with vestiges of the flash floods that claimed some 30 lives, the residents told me. In the thick of gift-giving, he caught my eye. Pumipila si kuya ng gamot for his kid.
ER-looking bet kech! Right then and there gusto ko sya chupain! Gusto nyo? Sampal!
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For the following days we trooped to Cotabato, the outskirts and the far-flung New Israel in Makilala where we met a community of Moncada–who lives with monkeys. The monkeys were everywhere and were taught to live with the people. Nakakaloka!
We also dined by the Lake Sebu in South Cot where we devoured tilapia of all sorts of cooking imaginable—kilawin, deep fried, ginataan, paksiw at kung anik-anik pa feeling ko I’d grow some fins already.
This shot is my favorite. The boys barely 10 years old live by the lake and make a living out of diving by request from the tourist’s who in turn throw them some coins.
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Good thing I had CG in Gensan, I had slept soundly despite the beaten body I got from all the van rides. My friends were able to meet Pacman and Jinkee at Blugre Cafe in Rob-Gensan while CG and I were doing our thing in some pension house in the city.