Chapter 27 Almost Smothered to Death

• After driving Alice back to her place, I then went to a gym near my house. This was one of my requisite classes recently. While this wasn’t a request from Angelina, I still persisted in signing up. After all, as a gigolo, a strong body was essential, not only in preparation for physical labor in future, but more importantly, to also sculpt a perfect figure. I liked women with voluptuous and firm bust, so likewise, women liked hard muscles and ripped abs; it was the same logic.
• When I reached the gym, I looked for my personal trainer, Ava. Admittedly, she was indeed very beautiful. While her skin tone was slightly wheatish, it carried luster. She had a plush rear, ample breasts, and a slender waist. Just by looking at her ravishing curves, one would get an impulsive hard-on. Moreover, I’d once heard a friend jokingly say that black-skinned women were tight, white-skinned women wanton, and wheatish-skinned women slick. Thus, judging from that, I felt that it’d be an amazingly blissful sensation to truly enter Ava’s body. Of course, this was merely my fantasy when I was free, for I now had no excess time to win her over.
• “You’re here,” Ava Taylor greeted me. I nodded with a smile before taking off my shirt.