Last week, my boyfriend and I went to play billiards. He decided to surprise me and rented the entire room for several hours, asking the workers not to interrupt us. The surprise was that we were not alone there. We were to meet his friends at the entrance to the club exactly at ten o’clock in the evening. It was already dark outside when we left the house and took a taxi. I thought that the fun would begin at the club, but as it turned out, everything started much earlier. He constantly joked about the fact that I’m his personal girl from escort outcall / incall, and I laughed at it, but I realized after what he meant.
In a taxi, we were alone in the back seat; he immediately pressed close to me and began to stroke my hand on my charming knee, rising higher. I tried to take his hand away because the taxi driver could see us. But he did not seem to care at all. He persistently moved his hand to my black lace panties, which, I must admit, slightly moisturized. I was nervous and kept looking at the driver, but he was, surprisingly, fully busy with the road. I still had time to think what he would do when he looked at us and understood what we were doing. However, this idea was driven by my man when his hand reached the edge of my stocking. I immediately felt his hot hand from the excitement on my thigh and I experienced excitement from this touch, like I was a first class girl from Russian escort Ankara.
However, he did not stop on this – he continued his movement further, and very soon, his hand reached my panties. While my boyfriend “tortured” me with gentle touches, I watched the taxi driver, although it was not easy. I was afraid that he would turn around to watch us. In the meantime, I felt my boyfriend’s fingers in my panties. They immediately got to work. Softly, but imperiously, he touched my neatly shaved pussy, penetrating inside with one or two fingers, rubbing my clitoris increased from excitation. It was very hard to hold back, I even bit my lower lip so hard that I felt pain. However, this was the only way to maintain composure, because otherwise my cries, like a girl from elit escort in Turkey, would be heard even outside the car. He did not need to continue his “game” for a long time. After a few seconds, I was covered by a violent orgasm. With two hands, I hugged the guy by the shoulders, pressed myself against his chest, and dug my teeth into his jacket squeezing them tightly, while waves of fabulous pleasure passed through my body, and my body trembled with such an unexpected orgasm.
A few more minutes passed before I moved away from these wonderful sensations. As soon as I lifted my head, the hand of the guy was right in front of my eyes. His palm was very wet from my juices. I understood what he wanted from me, and began to lick each finger of his palm with my tongue. Plunging several fingers into my mouth, I tried not to miss anything. With the second hand, a man hugged me around the waist, pressing me to him, and his eyes followed the deft movements of my tongue. He seemed to enjoy immensely, watching his girl from Russian elit escort, his slut, who had just experienced a powerful orgasm in the back seat of a taxi in front of the driver, passionately licking her own juices off his hand.
I experienced great pleasure from this trip and the whole evening was in high moods and spirits. The guys were surprised by my cheerfulness but did not give much importance to it. My boyfriend was smiling because he knew about our passionate secret, and I guessed about the continuation that awaited me at home…