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The woman took a bottle containing an amber liquid. She had just invited a stranger at her place, whom she had invited by email! The idea that this gentleman for demanding ladies had understood her expectations excited her to the highest point.

With this idea in mind, the lady opened the bottle and poured into each glass something to warm their spirits. She crouched in front of the gentleman who liked to give pleasure to women on the other side of the coffee table and handed him a glass.

Seeing him sitting on her sofa, his ankle resting on his knee in an eminently masculine posture, made her feel incredible. From where she was, she had an insolent view of his crotch and the male escort looked rather well endowed.

James was the most virile male specimen she had ever met. Again the lady felt herself blushing and took a sip of whiskey to give herself a countenance.

Her male escort leaned forward to get his drink. Their eyes met, giving rise to burning thrills in her, which spread throughout her body.

The gentleman looked at the lady’s pretty face bending over his cock, her lips slightly trembling and her shoulders were far too rigid for the casual attitude she was trying to give.

James knew from experience that he was a well-hung man. The subject often generated some astonishing reactions from his female partners.

The lady gently licked the stretched stem, trembling with desire. The sweet caress was much more exciting than if she had taken it in her mouth directly. However, when she arrived at the height of his massive glans, he perceived a brief hesitation. She opened her mouth, placed herself above the erect rod, and wrapped it slowly in her warm damp mouth.

James congratulated her for her technique in a soft voice while stroking her hair. Thus encouraged, the lady pursued the audacious experience. Taking his cock a little farther in her mouth, she boldly embraced it by playing with her tongue and began to go up and down.

She did not dare to look at him, but knew that he was watching her, certainly enjoying seeing her sucking without any resistance as he gave her the rhythm by light thrusts on her head.

Her male escort gave her a small impulse on the cheek, to tell her that she could straighten up, and released a lock of her hair that he passed behind her ear.

The lady suspected that she was offering a striking spectacle. Her cheeks were on fire, her heart rate was much faster than it should and she dared not imagine what this potential male had to be able to read in her eyes.

Her male escort looked at her in silence with tenderness, then he sketched a small smile and leaned his head aside.

She hoisted herself above him, not in the least reassured by this position too explicit to be innocent. However, as the gentleman was not yet trying to undress her, she relaxed slightly. Installed astride the thighs of her male escort.

Her lover took her by the waist and, without taking his eyes off her, unfastened the button of her jean and opened the zipper. When the gentleman slid her wide hands over her buttocks, the woman’s breathing became shorter and when he insinuated his long fingers under the elastic of her panties to reach the hot moisture of her clit, she stopped breathing. James moved his finger between the wet lips of her clit, going slowly and slowly to her secret garden.

Her gigolo continued to caress the woman gently. She was no longer able to decry his behavior. She just wanted to enjoy the sensations and get carried away by this latent audacity.

The lady tilted forward, pressing her face against her partner’s shoulder, unable to control her tremors or the rise of pleasure that assailed her completely.

James asked her to look at him when he would make her cum. As hypnotized, she raised her head and looked at him with a misguided look. She had rosy cheeks of excitement and shining eyes. Her mouth, half open, let out her gasping breath. The vein of her neck was beating fast and the slight movement of her hips told the gentleman that she was close to climax.

The slow caresses he inflicted were a real torture for the woman who squirmed to accentuate the contact where she really needed it. She groans between pleasure and frustration. This slowness was infernal. Finally, with a furtive and unexpected caress of the tongue against her mouth, the gentleman made her swing towards ecstasy.

The lady’s body convulsed and she bent her back to increase the touch of the gentleman’s fingers on her. She sounded a sound close to a complaint as her eyes revolted with pleasure, her nails planted in the shoulders of her gigolo. James cuddled her tenderly, her face nestled in the hollow of his neck, as she picked up her breath and her intimate muscles were unfolding.

Her gigolo was waving his hand in the lady’s back, cuddling the woman. She still could not get over it. Certainly she had provoked him as she had rarely provoked a man, but she was astonished that he had complied with his desires and accepted what she asked of him.

He suspected, in the way she blushed and her uncertain approach, that she should not have had many sexual partners up to the level.

In fact, he began to realize that the fantasies she wrote in her email were those that remain secret and asleep in her mind.

She had probably never done anything out of the ordinary, and from her tone of indignation when he put her on her lap, she was not those who sneak in the air with the first comer.

She sighed and let her head go back, offering herself to the kisses of the gentleman. A warm hand with a slightly calloused palm went under his pullover and wrapped a breast.

Under the lace, the small bud of flesh rose. His gigolo gently pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, which snatched a soft moan from the lady, moaning that was immediately stifled by the mouth of her male escort.

The lady was on the point of losing all her means. Her gigolo caressed her breasts through her bra by kissing her without eagerness, but this approach made her completely crazy. She was usually a romantic person, a sweet dreamer … but now she only aspired to one thing: that he fuck her savagely!

With a nervous hand she followed the relief of the powerful erection imprisoned in the jean of her gigolo who grunted with satisfaction. Her gigolo left the lady’s lips for a moment, put her sweater over her head and then took the time to admire the panorama she offered him. The small breasts sheathed in red and black lace, tightly clasped together in the balconnet that married their shapes to perfection, were a pleasure for his eyes.

With a supple finger he pushed a sling and released one of the milky globes whose pale pink aureola appeared, surmounted by the little nipple hardly darker. A thrust of desire ignited the gentleman’s loins, which completely degraded the bra to better appreciate the treasure he discovered.

She had amazing breasts, he took them in the palm of his hands. They fit exactly into it. Her gigolo took the breasts in a cup and then leaned forward to kiss the tits one after the other. They instantly hardened under his tongue, he gently turned around the nipples, triggering a series of chills in the lady’s body. James licked, sucked, bite the little buds that swelled with desire.

The lady could not reply, but groaned in approval when the gentleman took the whole aureola of her breast in his mouth as he voluptuously pinched her nipples. When he finally left them, it was to force the woman to lie down on the sofa. James then tugged at her jean and slowly slid down her legs until he released it. The underwear she wore was matching to her bra. Small piece of red and black lace well indented beneath which was concealed the object of his covetousness.

The gentleman’s knees imprisoned the lady’s thighs, preventing any movement on her part. James straightened up a bit and pulled out his own sweater then unbuttoned his shirt.

When he was bare-chested, the gentleman resumed his amazing caresses while inserting one of his knees between the lady’s thighs, forcing her to pull them aside. The lady gasped as she felt the gentleman’s fingers stroking her through the thin lace as he continued to torture her breasts became hypersensitive.

She was about to beg him to fuck her when he gave up his chest to go down. The gentleman’s hands traced the curve of the lady’s hips and the underpants followed the path taken by the woman’s jean a little earlier.

His lips were lost in the honey-colored fleece of her clit. With a firm grip, the gentleman grabbed her knees and widely opened her legs before plunging his tongue into her fragrant delights. She had never known a lover who acted with such slowness. The tongue passed and passed along the reliefs of her intimacy, visiting each hem, every fold and folding up … in a sulky concert of groans.

The lady shouted, feverishly rippling beneath her mouth, which had been savagely torturing her for several minutes. Deciding that the game could now take a different turn, the gentleman finally granted his favors to the little pink button all inflated which begged to be freed from its tensions.

The orgasm was instantaneous and violent, but the gentleman stopped drinking at her source only when the spasms of that dazzling orgasm had ceased. James slipped gently back to her stomach, scattering kisses scarcely sketched on her burning skin, then brushed her nipples to her lips, and finished his way to the hollow of her neck, where he delighted at the pulsations of his pulse. The lady, her eyes closed, languid, tried to catch her breath.

The weight of the gentleman’s body against her drew a sigh of contentment. When he kissed her, sliding his tongue against her, a new wave of heat took hold of her.

She opened her eyes to discover that the gentleman’s eyes were almost black, his pupils completely dilated by desire.

James smirked, then sat up and held out a hand to the lady. She seized it without understanding and he dragged her to the kitchen.

James grabbed the woman by the waist and lifted her from the floor to the work surface. James placed himself between her thighs and kissed her tenderly.

Once again, she obeyed the instructions of the gentleman who slowly moved her to the edge of the counter. With one hand, he grabbed his rigid cock and rubbed it against the woman’s soaked pussy.

Her clit was still sensitive, and the lady could not stop a muffled groan. Her gigolo rummaged in the back pocket of his pants and pulled out a small metallic square. James tore the packaging and unrolled the condom on his cock.

The male escort of professional pleasure always had condoms with him. James encircled the woman’s waist and lifted her up from the counter.

James took a few steps into the kitchen and wedged her back against a wall. He then made her descend on him and impaled her very slowly on his big cock as hard as an iron bar. Centimeter by centimeter, he penetrated into the depths of his intimacy. She expired dully, feeling with acute acuity the slow and measured progression of the rigid limb in her.

Her gigolo supported her under the buttocks as he saw her sliding against the wall. He withdrew a little and plunged a little further. Slowly, he repeated these movements until he was totally in her. James kissed her again and the movements of his tongue in the lady’s mouth punctuated those of his cock, which came and went in a deliciously burning slide. She moaned with pleasure at the pace that he gave to his kicks. Ample and vigorous.

After a few minutes of this amazing treatment, and without withdrawing from it, the gentleman returned to the table where he stretched her and began to pound her while kneading her breasts.

Her gentleman told her that she was so hot around his cock. These simple words were sufficient to electrify the woman who groans more and more. The rubbing of their pubis excited her congested clit. James used her more and more quickly and more and more strongly, waving diabolically against her by supporting a cadence that snatched cries from her.

Her male escort accelerated the pace. James felt her contracting around him when orgasm was unleashed in her. She shouted his name, shaking her head from right to left like a hysterical fury as she bent like a possessed woman. Nothing more was needed to make him cum.

In a long groan close to a beast’s rumble, the gentleman reached the peaks of pleasure that shook him violently. Several minutes later he carefully withdrew from her and helped her to sit down. Framing his face between his hands, he contemplated the delicate face of the woman. His eyes shone.

Never, but never, even in her wildest fantasies, she would have thought she could live such a thing. Her male escort had given her so much pleasure that she had feared to faint with ecstasy. Orgasm, the real one, the one that made the body vibrate in its entirety, she had at last come to experience it.

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