svis lunch menu

My girlfriend's prostitute friend joins us for lunchAs I walked into the seedy bar, I couldn't help but notice the sordid atmosphere that reeked of desperation and decay. The air was thick with the stench of stale beer and broken dreams. I had come here for one reason: to get my cock serviced by the infamous Madame S. I spotted her sitting in the corner, a sly smile spreading across her face as she surveyed the room. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins. She beckoned me over with a bony finger, and I knew I was in for a treat. As we sat down at a table, she handed me a menu that read like a dirty laundry list: "Svis Lunch Menu" emblazoned across the top in bold letters. My eyes scanned the options, my mind racing with the possibilities. Anal, Blowjob, Jerked... it was all there, and I knew exactly what I wanted. Madame S leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. "So, what's your pleasure?" she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. I didn't need to think twice; I pointed to the Anal option, and she raised an eyebrow in approval. As we made our way upstairs, I couldn't help but notice the sordid decor that seemed to scream at me: "Svis" was emblazoned on every available surface, a constant reminder of what lay ahead. The air grew thick with anticipation as we entered the dimly lit room, and I knew I was in for a wild ride. Madame S led me to a plush couch, where she proceeded to jerk off my pants and reveal her impressive arsenal of toys. I felt my cock spring to life as she began to wank it with expert precision, her eyes locked onto mine with an unspoken promise: this was going to be one hell of an ass-licking good time. As we got down to business, the phrase "Svis Lunch Menu" seemed to echo through my mind, a constant reminder that I had come for one thing and one thing only: to get my cock serviced in the most sordid, depraved way possible. And Madame S was more than happy to oblige. As we reached the climax of our little encounter, I couldn't help but think that this was exactly what I needed: a dirty, filthy, no-holds-barred experience that would leave me feeling like a cock-starved animal. And as I left the bar, my pants still unbuttoned and my dignity in tatters, I knew that I had gotten exactly what I paid for: a sordid, depraved, and utterly fantastic Svis Lunch Menu experience.