She remembered how she was at a party at the club, danced under flowing music, drank cocktails and… now she was lying on the bed on the silk bedclothes, like a Russian escort girl in Ankara on a date with a client.
How did I get here? The image of a young, tall man comes up in memory. He was like a fairytale. Irresistible, gorgeous. He breathed power and success. He seemed to have approached and asked the bartender to treat me with his favorite cocktail.
He stood in the corner and admired her. This girl was beautiful just as an escort in Ankara puss. Slender body, glaring forms… Smooth and white skin, like porcelain. Golden curls scattered over the pillow. She was there and was not remembering him.
“Are you interested in where you are? You’re in my house. You are here because I wanted you to have sex with me. I pulled you from the party and took her when you were so very drunk that you could get in some trouble if I have not taken you here.”
After he told that they were going to have sex, she somehow did not try to resist, as this option seemed okay for her. He took a flogger, gently touched her chest and slowly led down, caressing her with a flogger. He, slightly touching the body, slid over her naked skin. This made her tremble, causing a shiver on a skin. The excitement began to awaken in her, growing more and more… He slipped the flogger on her bare chest, belly, lower and lower… He caressed her hips, paying special attention to the inside of the thigh and her clitoris. The droplets of moisture shone, showing her excitement.
Gliding with the flogger on her pussy, he sharply slapped her on the labia, leaving her in of a state of voluptuous desire. Experiencing gentle stroking, she started to get wet with inner juices. Her body desperately wanted to continue this game. He touched her with his fingertips; driving them along her body, stroking gently, paying attention to the hot place between legs.
He stroked it, caressed it, put his fingers in and she arched with pleasure.
He covered her with hot kisses, leaving a wet trace on the body. Wet paths slowly dried out, he blew at them and she was getting goose bumps, experiencing pleasure.
He caressed her with the tongue her pussy between legs; sucked clit. She felt like a tongue was licking drops of thick and spicy juice from a pussy, he liked its taste; he drove her crazy. She almost forgot about unevenness she felt recently. The whip in his hand fell on her ass, the buttocks were in risen desire from the impact, and she started to groan loudly because no longer had she strength to hold it back. She wanted to feel his tongue or his penis inside of her.
She was on the verge of reality and a sea of pleasures. The colors of reality were blurred, replaced by sensual pleasure. His tongue burned her, bringing an incredible buzz.
She enjoyed his caresses, groans grew louder, he skillfully combined the affectionate touch of the tongue with the rough movements of hands and she couldn’t help it: she wanted to feel it again.
She wanted to continue. Her posture, moans, movements and the reaction of her body gave out her passion, she moved her hips towards his tongue, trying to make it penetrate deeper into pussy. Instead, he squeezed her buttocks and she felt his cock rubbing against her pussy. God, that’s incredible! The waves of pleasure covered her with the head; she heard her voice becoming almost begging. She really wanted him to come in her, not making her wait.
An elastic quick and sharp push plunged her into a world of incredible pleasure. He immediately began to move quickly, making her squirm and breathe heavily. Her groans grew louder, she felt her body burnt, and she did not even need to touch herself to reach the peak of pleasure.
A few more minutes of sharp and deep jerks separated her from orgasm. She squeezed him more strongly, like a Russian escort girl in Ankara; she sat on his dick and thought that this was the most incredible adventure of her life. She felt like an escort in Ankara girl, finishing incredibly bright and stormy.
