The Secret Of The Bathhouse Airhole

I was young, elder than as kid to go with my mother to the bathhouse, there existed not a douche in our home, that I went alone. First to buy a ticket and then wait. Twenty minutes were allowed for douching otherwise the cleaner angrily knocked on the door.

In that short time I found free minutes to jump and my fingers to bow over the edge of the above the door existing venthole. I hung nakedly, my nose pressed on the door, and I got extremely happy feelings.
Thereafter I had to...

The Secret Of The Bathhouse Airhole