Russian escort Ankara girl raised her leg. She was not tall, about 155 cm, very skinny as if she ate only a Holy Spirit, not solid food. Her lips were half-open with pale-red lipstick on, calling for a slight, not deep kiss. Her hand was in the brown hair on the head, shoulders were a little up, and sharp, the skin was pale. So pale that it was hard to believe she ever used to unveil in front of the sun in the skies. Eyes with dark-green pupils were looking at him waiting with the desire. He did not rush; he more loved to watch than to act. A girl from Russian escort Ankara service didn’t rush either, as she was aware that this client loves to watch – he told it upfront. So, she was here mainly for the slow striptease without music just to demonstrate her charms. The demonstration was occurring in complete silence of this out-of-fashion hotel room on the outskirts of civilization in the Ankara city in Turkey.

Long before I started working as an Ankara escort girl, I was a student at a local college. It is called Ufuk University or something like that, can’t remember now – I haven’t been working on my basic college specialty not even for a day, so I never took out my diploma from the shelf since I got it. Anyway, I was a student of the third grade, when this exciting story had happened.