I was driving 70 kph on the road. A beautiful road by the sea. I was returning from the client of mine, as I work in Ankara eskortlar service. I only put my eyes down at three seconds to find a lipstick in my purse and when I got eyes up, the big truck was going right on me. Reflexes worked and I hit the brakes, turning the wheel out from the collision. Still, despite my actions, it wasn’t enough and we collided. My car flipped over and was pushed back to the sideway. It’s a good thing I was fastened so I didn’t fly off the driver’s seating. Safety airbags made everything to save me. I was hurt & passed out.
I came to myself from the feeling that someone puts hands on me. I saw the man’s face in the bicycle helmet – he was getting me out of the car. And I passed out again.
The next time I came to my mind in the hospital. Large windows and floor-wall vertical beige jalousie. The tranquil rhythm of my heartbeat was recorded by the machine beeping from time to time. Rosy hospital robe. The catheter of artificial lungs ventilation in the nose. I sat on the bed, taking this catheter out of my nostril, as it was hard to breathe with it. The nurse entered my room. She checked on my health, asked several questions to check whether I remember anything. I recalled it all – as I collided and as someone was trying to get me out. But I didn’t know how I got there. So she told me it was a man who pulled me out, called an ambulance, and accompanied me to the hospital. Later on, the police found several contacts of mine but they did not answer. And they couldn’t unblock my phone to contact anyone else. So this man was the only person who cared about me while I was unconscious for 2 days. Also, she told me that they are releasing me tomorrow as my state is normalized now. I only got scratches and bruises – nothing more serious than that.
He came that day. Brought me flowers. We introduced. He told me his name is Angel. What a coincidence! An Angel that was my angel! We were talking for several hours and I learned from him the entire story. I told him I would be released home tomorrow and invited him to help me with this. Why him? Because I had no relatives or friends in this country – just my Ankara eskortlar agency. I called them too and told what happened, taking days off until my fullest recovery.
It was so great to feel myself back home when we got there. I started preparing coffee while he was helping me with my belongings. I really liked him – if it was not him, I could have been dead by now, I suppose. So I’ve decided to say him a huge ‘Thanks’. Just as I do in Ankara eskortlar model agency. Only for free. And with much greater involvement – he is my savior, after all.
I took a quick shower upstairs while he was watching TV and when I returned down, I had a jeans shirt and shorts on me, with nothing more. And nothing underneath.
I sat on the couch close to him and kissed him. He kissed me back and inhaled air with his nostrils loudly. I put an arm on his chest and felt as muscles rolling under thin cloth of his shirt. I unzipped it to see his skin and it totally satisfied my expectations. My nipples got hardened immediately and the desire that was only a humble rumbling now gradually was whipping my body. I unbuttoned his jeans and put my arm on his cock that was asking to get it out, to be released free. It was devilishly hard. Well, if to compare it to an iron rod, the rod would win but I didn’t want rod – I desired to feel his dick inside right now, much farther than I would want any rod, even the hardest. I unclothed it and saw it straight might that was pulsing from the hot flush of the blood pumping inside of its internal cavities. I roared with impatience like a cat in March and stood up to get rid of my shorts and unbutton a shirt. He saw me naked and I hope he loved the third size of my boobs and curvaceous hips that know many hundreds of hours of exhaustive training spent in the gym.
I literally jumped on his cock – and felt its unrestrained hotness that was plunging deeper into me, through my supple flesh that turned from tensed to malleable in a blink of an eye. I wanted him to go deeper and deeper – even if he would end coming from my throat through all of me – it would do: I wanted him badly. So badly as I never wanted any client from Instagram Ankara escort service. I turned his face to my breast and encircled his head with my arms, pressing him to my boobs. I felt complete unity with this man and I exploded. With a powerful firework that blasted in my vagina heading up to my head. Exploded with stars like seeing a part of Milky Way in my stomach. Tensed and relaxed, I experienced consequential waves of orgasm still holding him tight.