A story about a streetwalker who falls into the pleasure of sticky sex with an older man. I need money right now. I need to get a tower for my beloved RYO. The first thing that came to mind was 'streetwalking.' Every day on my way to the host club, I see girls lined up. Everyone's doing it, after all... I started standing on the road in front of the park with a fairly casual attitude. But once I started, it was pretty tough. I negotiated the price with the older man who peered at me as if appraising me, and we headed to the hotel. The sound of him gargling like he was sobbing, his bad breath even after brushing his teeth... It reminded me of the age of the man I was about to be embraced by, and the reality that I was selling my body. He was breathing heavily, despite his age, and licking me to an almost disgusting degree. It was disgusting. I wanted it to be over quickly. But for some reason, he was incredibly gentle after it was over. Maybe I'm better suited to it than I thought. And so, I finally allowed him to have sex. It wasn't bad, in fact it felt good... Oh, I loved sex. Why? Because he's an older man? I might do it again. Once I started to feel that way, I was hooked.