Straight Gigolo Paris – France
Category:callboy,Escort Boy,gigolo,male escortHer Straight Gigolo Paris – France, lowered his head again and gave her left breast the same sort of attention, lavishing kisses on it, sucking the nipple, rolling his tongue around it as she lifted her hips again and again against him, unable to stop herself.
Her arousal was potent, sharp in its intensity. She felt everything he did to her all over her body. It was nervousness, of course, and the adrenaline rush that came with a brand-new partner after being with only one man in two years.
Her male escort rose up off her body, knelt over her hips and unzipped his pants. He lowered them and his black boxer briefs to his thighs. With one hand he stroked himself over her.
When he started to raise his pants up again—more teasing—she reached out and grabbed his wrists. James took her naked breasts in both of his hands and held them, squeezing them lightly and massaging them.
She couldn’t quite believe it. This was James from Paris, France ? The James, gigolo for demanding ladies of the city of love. He asked her to take her clothes off. Her male escort wanted to see her body. She was being to be the happiest woman on earth tonight. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen a man do in her life—pull down his pants to show her his hard french cock.
Her male escort was big enough to impress her, and he’d known it. She stretched out on her back again. James stood up off the bed but only long enough to finishing undressing. Pants off. Boxer briefs off. Wearing nothing but the slightest smile, he crawled back over her, took her wrists in his hands and pushed them over her head onto the bed.
She lay there, panting, aroused, scared in all the best ways to be scared, the ways people courted danger by skydiving and having sex with near-strangers. But this felt safe, too, safe as a roller coaster. Controlled fear.
James wasn’t a real stranger even if he seemed like it when he acted like this. She’d known him since she found his web site and read all the story of this male escort in Paris.
Her male escort cupped the back of her neck to lift her so he could unhook her bra and remove it completely. It ended up with his clothes on the floor. James unbuttoned the top button of her dress and he paused for a split second as if waiting for her to object.
She had no objections. None. Instead of raising an objection, she raised her hips, allowing him to slide her dress down her legs and off her.
When he started to peel her underwear off, she knew it was going to happen and she was happy about it. She wanted this. No fear, no nervousness, no guilt. Only pleasure. As it should be.
James pressed a kiss onto her stomach. She dug her hands in his hair—such soft hair—and sighed as his lips left a burning trail from hip to hip and then down and down a little more.
The gigolo for ladies kissed her upper thighs. He pushed her legs open. In one impressively smooth movement, James turned around, straddled her shoulders and dropped his head between her legs.
She lifted her head and took his cock into her mouth as he ran his tongue lightly up and down the seam of her vulva. Moaning, she opened her legs even wider for him and took more of him into her mouth.
She gripped the back of his thighs and found them hard as steel in her hands. And he was hard as steel between her lips. The only thing soft was the kiss he placed on her clit. A gentle kiss followed by a lick and another lick.
Her male escort spread her wider with his fingertips and licked her deeper inside. It felt so good she moaned, and since James’s cock was deep in her mouth he moaned, too. More of a groan than a moan. Whatever it was, James was pretty sure she’d never heard a man make a sound that sexy and sensual.
As she sucked him, she ran her hands up and down the backs of his legs, grabbing his ass a few times to playfully distract him and to drag him down closer to her. Her male escort got the hint and started pushing his hips in and out, fucking her mouth.
Her gigolo didn’t go too hard or too fast, didn’t choke her with his cock, which she appreciated. He was careful even as he went down on her, taking his time, teasing her with kisses and making her work for more by spreading wider for him and pulling her knees up to her chest.
He caressed her wet open body with his fingertips. She could feel it as he massaged her inner labia, opening them up, and circling her secret garden over and over again.
Her gigolo pushed one finger into her and her hips came off the bed in embarrassing eagerness for more. He pushed in a second finger and licked her clitoris again.
James climbed off her and stretched out along the side of her body. He fondled her breasts, shaking his head the whole time. He slid between her legs again and opened her up for him.
Once more he pushed two fingers inside of her, easing them in and out and around the warm, wet interior of her body as he licked her and sucked her and kissed her and finger-fucked her. She was awash in pleasure, in that sort of soft liquid pleasure that suffuses the stomach and back and hips all at once and makes the thighs tense and quiver and fingers clutch at the sheets. That sort of pleasure.
She was going to come and soon and hard and on his mouth. James’s head fell back and her shoulders came off the bed again. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she dug her heels into the mattress as James brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure and left her there as he slowed down, eased up the pressure to draw it out a little longer…a little longer…
Her gigolo stopped licking her and just used his fingers inside her. She’d been close to coming and now the urge faded, but only slightly. He hadn’t been kidding about wanting to drag the sex out as long as possible. He brought her almost to coming again and she could have screamed and would have if it didn’t feel so good getting there and back again.
He wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked it and licked it as once more he brought her to the edge of climaxing. She lifted her head off the bed and watched him as he kissed her. His eyes were closed and he looked intent on his work and yet…sublime. This was not a man who went down on her begrudgingly or only to get a blow job out of her. This was a man who loved doing what he was doing and it showed.
With both hands, James spread her wet folds open and with the flat of his tongue lapped at her clitoris in long slow licks that turned into short fast licks until she was frozen on the bed, paralyzed but with the sharpest, most intense sensation of pleasure she could remember feeling in all her life.
And it went on and on, waves of it hitting her like ocean waves. Not gently, but hard, knocking her under, slamming the breath out of her. Her hips bucked and her vagina contracted on James’s fingers. She did scream his name when an amazing orgasm blow her mind totally as she reached cloud nine.
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