Even though Zhao Xin was trying to suppress her voice at the moment, her moaning and whimpering were still overheard by the old man sitting at the entrance of the small cubicle.
"You're so slutty... I, I can tell just by looking that you're slutty! Truly dying to be slutty! Little girl, you... let me have a go! I can still... still go for twenty minutes!"
Outside the small cubicle, the old man thought to himself, so anxious that sweat was streaming down his forehead.
And the old man wasn't boasting; although he was quite old, he was much tougher than the young security guard, typically starting at around twenty minutes.
Once, when the old man was with a prostitute near the station in a small hotel, he performed so well that a woman in her forties was played by him for over twenty minutes and he still wasn't finished.
The owner of the small hotel had no choice but to find another woman for him.
