My adult childhood friend Karin catches me visiting a blowjob parlor. She first looks at me with contempt, then snaps, “If you're going somewhere like that, I'll get you off myself,” and swallows my cock. While our parents are away, she stays over and gives me a nonstop, scolding oral marathon. Complaining about how strong my semen tastes, her tongue still works expertly over the head, shaft, balls, and anus, kneading everything instead of merely sucking. Every time I cum, she grins and asks whether I can go again, chasing each orgasm with another blowjob from morning to night. After ten ejaculations in 24 hours, I swear I will never visit a parlor again.