No-Strings Fun and Pleasure

No-Strings Fun and Pleasure

No-Strings Fun and pleasure for Career-Minded Women who Turn to James, Male Escort in Paris.

It’s not just for men anymore. Women want an educated and fun gentleman to entertain them.

Sure, career-oriented women have less time for romance, but that doesn’t stop their desire for men. And in an environment where time is money, hooking up with an escort just might be the sensible thing to do. I mean, who really has time to hang out in a bar sipping cosmos watching the hours tick by in the hopes of a decent one-night stand? Not most. Thanks to a service aimed specifically at women, there’s no need to buy overpriced drinks in the hopes of landing some male companionship. Just rent a stud instead.

The escort site escortboy.org is offering the service of an independant french gentleman looking to please women. According to the site, “James is attentive, respectful and protective. James pay special attention to the client as if she is the only one that matters to him in the world, building a genuine rapport.”

Seriously, don’t roll your eyes. This is not a secretly gay escort site, according to owner and founder James, who says he’s constantly turning down male clients. “You can Google gay male escort and you’ll find hundreds,” says James. “I figured a woman would not want to hire a man that she thought was just with a man the night before, so I decided to make it exclusively for women.”

It wasn’t always easy, either. People had to adjust to the idea of women hiring men. It shouldn’t be a crazy concept, but it is. “I think it’s chauvinistic to say women aren’t able to, or can’t afford to, or as some would say, women don’t have the balls to do it,” says James. “It’s weird how it’s okay for a gay man to hire a gay guy, or for a man to hire a woman, but for a woman to hire a man, oh that’s gotta be fake, because they don’t want to accept it.”

Top 6 reasons women might prefer a male escort:

  • Satisfaction guaranteed – some hot dates can be incredibly selfish lovers but rest assured with an escort their job is to please (within reason, of course).
  • No need to fake it – SHHH… sometimes when it’s boring, faking it means it’ll be over sooner. (It’s our dirty little secret)
  • Because dating can be exhausting – establishing a new relationship can be time consuming and mentally taxing, so if you’d rather pay more attention to your blossoming career than a man, an escort might be the way to go.
  • One-night stands aren’t always as fun as they should be
  • Because sometimes a woman just wants to have sex, no strings attached – men can be just as clingy as women, wanting to follow up the sexy encounter with cuddles, kisses, and promises of dates you don’t want.
  • Safer than hooking up with a stranger – this guy has been pre-screened. Yay! Breathe a sigh of relief. You won’t have to worry about whether or not he has a violent past. James is a gentleman known on the business for many years with always full satsifaction for women safely and discreetly.

A gigolo who goes by the name of “James” has experienced a wide variety of female clients. He finds they come to him with assorted needs. One woman wanted to make her boyfriend jealous, and another was a burn victim with a body covered in scars that just wanted to feel beautiful. “I feel like I’m helping women out. Sometimes I feel more like a therapist than the stereotype of a male escort,” says James.

James describes himself as more of the “boyfriend experience.” And with regular clients that see him at least twice a month, relationships inevitably form. But while it feels personable, it is always professional. “A lot of people don’t understand why women would pay money for it,” says James. “At the end of the day, just like men, they want to be seen with someone attractive to validate them, make them feel better about themselves.”

Of course with this service, women aren’t paying for sex. That would be illegal. Women are paying for male companionship and whatever happens between two consenting adults on a paid date, well, that’s up to them. “When a client calls James, if they are requesting some sort of sexual service then, unfortunately, he cannot book that appointment. James is selling companionship. “Now if there is some sort of spark on that date then they’re not necessarily breaking any law. For example, if you hired a guy to clean your pool and while he was cleaning your pool you walked outside and thought he was hot and he liked you back. If you guys started kissing or something romantic happened, well, that’s not breaking the law, you contracted that guy to clean your pool. It’s not like you offered him money to have sex. Now that would be breaking the law.”

In the end, men and women aren’t that different. Sex is not a craving; it’s a biological need. And in today’s world, women aren’t too shy to make the first move, and want to be pleasured just as much as men do. And now they can be with James, the gentleman for demanding ladies.

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James’s mouth was devouring hers, his tongue teasing and tasting, thrusting and stroking, until her eyes crossed and her knees turned to jelly. Her hands reached up and tangled in the thin silk of his dress shirt. She needed him inside of her. Just a little while where she wouldn’t have to think.

Her hands slid down his arms to cup his ass as she pressed firmly against him. James moaned low in his throat, his hands pulling her even closer into the shelter of his body. She loved this feeling, the hardness of his cock, the feeling of his hands, the surprising softness of his skin everywhere else. Breaking away from his kiss, her fingers scrambled frantically at the buttons of his shirt.

But he stilled her, his hands finding hers, his thumb stroking the urgency from her fingers. He guided her slowly backward toward her bedroom. This was different than all the other experience she had before. It was just sex with a gentleman dedicated to her pleasure.

But as he lowered her to the bed, she knew better. This was everything she’d run from for years, everything she’d hidden from in the arms of friends and strangers alike. She knew she should protest, that she should push him away. But she simply didn’t have the energy to do so. Or the heart. For once, she wanted to let this gigolo make love to her.

James stretched out beside her, elbow bent, head resting on his upturned palm as he studied her. Those eyes had gone completely black, an intense heat burning deep inside of them. His desire was palpable and a shiver of excitement skittered up her spine. She licked her lips, and even she didn’t know if she did it to be provocative or because it was suddenly necessary.

His voice was soft, seductive. A silken whisper stroking along her skin. A velvet caress igniting every nerve ending in her body. It was a whisper, as confusion and excitement surged through her with every breath. His face was serious, focused exclusively on her. His body was hard, completely unyielding against the softness of her own. But it was his eyes, so full of hunger and desire and need for her and her alone that made her pulse quicken and her inner thighs grow wet.

He reached out, cupped her breast in his strong hands. Let his thumb run in light, seductive circles over the already aroused nipple. She arched against his hand, increasing the pressure, and she could have sworn she heard electricity crackle around them. That one simple touch seared through her, through veins and muscles and organs until she began to fear spontaneous combustion.

She moaned low in her throat and reached for James, pulling him over her, onto her, wanting to feel every inch of his body pressed against every inch of hers. The male escort stared at her out of eyes burning with need, studied her, watched her, waited for her.

Cupping his face in her hands, she looked deep into his eyes. She arched her back, spread her legs, tugged at him until his cock was pressed against her. She saw the moment he slipped the restraints he’d placed on himself, saw lust, raw and needy, explode within him at her words. Grasping the front of her dress in his strong hands, he shredded it from neckline to hem with one downward tug. She gasped as the cool air hit her hot body, arching her back, and he took one of her ripe, raspberry colored nipples in his mouth.

She screamed then, her hips moving restlessly against his, the muscles of her secret garden contracting again and again. She wanted more, needed more, but he held her there, pinned by his weight and suckled while her body caught fire. Each swipe of his tongue made her moan, each graze of his teeth took her higher and higher until she could think of nothing but him, desire nothing but his hot possession.

She was wet and slick, her thighs drenched and her clit aching for his touch. He ground his cock against her, once, twice, and she came, her body going off like a firecracker. He reached a hand to her other breast and squeezed the nipple tightly. The painful pleasure took her higher and she convulsed again, her orgasm going on and on. And still he wasn’t done tormenting her, tasting her, driving her completely mad.

His hands tugged at her hair until her mouth met his for one long, passion-drenched kiss. And then he was moving, his lips grazing across her cheek, stopping momentarily to blow on the sensitive spot behind her ear. He turned her onto her back, and stripped the ruined dress from her. Roughly. Deliberately. Then he leaned forward and bit the nape of her neck. And lit her up all over again.

She cried out, unable to stop the sound or the sobs of desire that then wracked her body, one after another. She arched against him, helped him settle more firmly between her thighs. He rewarded her with a sharp nibble along her spine while his hand crept around to her clit and began to stroke her firmly.

Every muscle in her body stretched tight and she rode his hand, too far gone to care that she was begging him with every movement she made, every sound she uttered. “Fuck me,” she demanded, burying her face in the sheets to stop herself from screaming. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. She was desperate. He was going to kill her if he kept this up.

The male escort rolled her over, worked his way down her spine one teasing lick at a time. Without warning, his teeth sank into her ass, nipping her before his tongue soothed away the sting. Straddling her, he grabbed a wrist in each hand, spread eagling her before she knew what was happening, holding her in place while he explored every inch of her back.

He followed the line around until he found her, hotter and wetter than she’d ever been. He pulled her onto her knees and slid his hand under her to get better access to the slick, hidden folds, his fingers running back and forth against her slit over and over again. Dipping inside just enough to make her crazy, rubbing her inner lips just hard enough to have her gasping for breath and pressing back against him.

His tongue, his wicked, wonderful tongue darted out, caressing her inner folds again and again. She spread her legs wider, seeking something more, something deeper. With a groan, he clutched her ass and spread her legs as wide as possible, thrusting his tongue deep inside her.

She came instantly, screaming and bucking wildly against his mouth. He held her in place, his iron grip unbreakable as he continued to lick and suck her through the first climax and into a second before he relented.

Settling next to him with a low, satisfied moan, she was focused inward as aftershocks of incredible ecstasy continued to rack her body. Sweat gleamed on her brow as she sucked air into her oxygen deprived lungs and her hips moved restlessly against the bedspread, searching for James.

Her hand found his erection and she pumped gently as she ran her thumb back and forth over the tip. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, savoring his low groan as much as the feel of him against her lips, in her mouth.

His hands fisted in her hair, anchoring her in place as she slid her tongue up and down the length of him. She glanced up and found him watching her, his hot eyes following her every movement as she slid her lips up and down his cock. She swirled her tongue around him before pausing, deliberately, to flick at the drop of moisture he couldn’t hold back.

She tried not to react as he ran a finger lightly down her cheek, treating her as if she was fragile, as if he feared breaking her.

Determined to beat back this rising tenderness for him, She took his entire cock in her mouth and encouraged the involuntary thrusting of his hips against her. Reaching beneath him, she grabbed his ass and held him to her as her teeth lightly scraped the underside of his cock.

He nearly shot off the bed, and she relished her ability to turn this strong man on. To turn him inside out and make him forget everything but how much he wanted her. Needed her.

But those were dangerous thoughts, so when he sat up abruptly and flipped her onto her back, she didn’t fight him.

Instead she looked into his passion glazed eyes and licked her lips, savoring the sweet and salty taste of him on her tongue. Sweat was trickling down his forehead and over his chest as he fought for control of his raging body. She loved knowing that she had pushed him right to the limits of his self-control.

She followed his directions, her eyes both wary and excited as he began arousing her all over again. His lips were everywhere at once her face, her breasts, the back of her knees, her shoulders, her ankles. Every place he touched caught fire and soon she was thrashing against him, as desperate for him as he seemed to be for her.

James reached a finger between her thighs, tested her readiness. Her eyes met his, clung, and she knew he saw the beginnings of trust there. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax, to ignore the sudden nervous flutterings in her tummy. She was out of her element, out of control. Uncomfortable doing something she’d never done before with this man who was pushing for everything.

Taking a deep breath she reached for him, running a hand over the short, tight curls on his scalp. Her eyes met his and clung. As if he sensed her sudden uneasiness, he stopped for a moment and lightly kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth.

James leaned down, blew against her clit and She jolted, her hips coming completely off the bed. He grinned, watching as she undulated against the sheets, desperate for release. Then he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking until she was at fever pitch. Her hands grasped the sheet greedily, her legs moved restlessly against him.

She’d never felt anything this intense before, never imagined that pleasure could be like this. Insidious, never-ending, taking her higher with every breath she drew. Orgasm beckoned, the ecstasy so intense that nothing else mattered. She couldn’t think, couldn’t worry, couldn’t control herself at all and she didn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure, and the gentleman giving it to her with every move he made.

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The front of my trouser is tight, a clear bulge around my zipper. You bent over in front of your gentleman gigolo for demanding ladies or couples, letting me slowly pull down your lace panties who got wet.

I pull my male escort hard bone out ready for you. You can see my long erect hard cock bob up and down, its bare shaft slick with juices. Tou shift your elbows on the bed to reposition yourself.

I give you a light smack on the ass. I grab hold of your waist with both hands. I grab my dick and run it along the area between your dark hole and your delicate folds.

You moan and put your head down to the bed, relaxing yourself. I put my glistening cockhead up to your sphincter and push gently. The hole loosen, and I push harder, fitting the head inside. I began to push in and pull out of your ass, going deeper with each thrust.

You want your gentleman to put it your ass and you say : “Fuck my ass please Mr James ! I am your little slut and I want to please you”

I reach down between your thighs and begin rubbing your clit with furious circular motions, you are moaning the loudest I have heard yet.

Almost instinctively, you turn around and drop to your knees in front of me. You grab my throbbing cock and delicately touch the tip of your tongue to my glans.

You pull back leaving a long slimy trail between your cock and your tongue, all while looking intently into my eyes. The sight of it is enough for me to pump out a fresh batch of semen that trickle down the underside of my shaft.

You quickly envelop my burning cock with your mouth, catching the semen before it can drip to the ground. I groan as your tongue massage my highly sensitive dick, milking it of every last drop.

You begin removing my shirt while you remove my belt and unzip the crotch of my trouser. Your hands reach in to bring out my large erect cock glistening with precum. You unwrap the condom and slid it on me using your mouth. I hold your hair back as you come down on me.

You pull yourself off my cock and run your tongue along its round head. You are a good horny girl. I cut you off before you can finish. You see the way I look at your ass.

I practically bear a hole through the back of your skirt with my stares tonight. You know I want it. I want to put myself in your tight ass.

You push me back so you lay on the bed. You removed your pants and I removed your skirt and top. I crawled over and mounted him in reverse.

Your gigolo reach over to the drawer and pull out a bottle of lubricant. While straddling your stomach with your thighs, I douse my standing cock with the slick substance. The sight of my glistening cock make you quiver in anticipation. I am going to lube your ass next.

I turn around so that I am facing you and lean back against your knees as I prop them up. I raise your knees on each side so your ass will lift up to give me a good view.

I watch in delight as I drip lube down your tender folds to your anus, my finger massaging circles around the opening. I tease the outer rim, pushing inward softly with my fingers, loosening yourself up.

After a few moments I am able to fit my index finger in. I slid it in and out, changing the angle slightly as it enter and exit. It feels so good to you.

I stuck your ass in the air. I grab both cheeks with my hands spreading them open. My finger feel moist and the texture is rough. You moan at the sensation. I continue to massage the outer rim.

I am licking your ass and you like that. It feels so good, I continue pleasing you with my gentleman tongue in your ass, and your inhibitions are overruling. You relax and let me continue.

The licking of the outer rim drive you wild. I then straighten my tongue and work your way inside. My tongue tickle the sensitive nerve endings down, and I can feel your sphincter contract around it.

It feels incredible. Your head is swimming with pleasure. My hand reach down and start rubbing your clit. It feels so natural. You can feel a warm sensation building up in your loins.

The small sparks of electricity coming from your anus met with the charges firing from the nerve endings of your clit and rush through your legs and your spine, exiting out your fingers and toes.

The pressure am too much for me to hold back. I released. Tyoure am an explosion of fire between your thighs, radiating warmth throughout your body. The experience am short-lived and left me wanting more.

Your gigolo bring the head of my cock up to your ass and push. The muscles around the opening slowly relaxed, allowing me to slip the tip in.

it’s going in. The rest of me us going in smoothly from the copious amounts of lubrication. I grip your waist with an intensity I have never felt before and pull you toward me as I thrust forward.

You feel completely full with your male escort, like I am filling up your entire body. It is at first uncomfortable, but soon turn into waves of bliss. Each thrust come in at a different angle leaving no nerve untouch. My hand find its way back to your vagina and you begin to feel the familiar build up of fire and electricity once again.

You scream in the heat of the moment. Your grunts frow louder, more frequent and your thrusts more forceful. The wet suctioning sounds increase. I suddenly slap your right cheek with my hand. With both hands, I grab your pigtail and pull your head back bringing you up on all fours. The beast in me have been unleashed. You can feel my balls slap against your tender skin as I slam myself into your backside.

You are now standing up and pushing your head back down to the sheets. Instead of just using your hips to thrust, You are now putting your whole body into it. You can feel my weight coming down on you.

I am going deeper than ever before, and you are beginning to feel sensation in a spot on the front wall of your vagina as if I am hitting it with the head of your cock.

The feeling is surreal at first, but become intensely pleasurable. You close your eyes fantasizing a scenario in which you discover I secretly had two penises, and you are now feeling one in your ass and the other in your pussy.

It is so silly, but it somehow make the sensation feel more real. You stop massaging your clit and slip two fingers into your tunnel, twisting them in and out.

Your fingers can clearly feel my large cock pumping back and forth as if they are touching it directly. You massage my cock through the wall of muscle, feeling the bulge of the underside of your shaft. I howled at the massaging from your fingers. Drops of fluid landed on your back, eityour beads of sweat or tears of joy.

Your moaning grow louder as the pressure build up inside you. The warm sensation in your pussy grow to a fever pitch. My hands dig deeply into the skin of your hips as I let out a final moan. Both of our voices stop for a moment. All you can hear is the wet sloshing of my manhood drilling deep into you. Then one last thrust come to a halt deep inside.

We both come simultaneously. I continue for a few more thrusts before slumping over on the bed. Both of us are exhausted, our voices hoarse. You snuggle up beside me, and you put your arm around your gentleman male escort.

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Straight Gigolo Paris – France

Her 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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The lady’s hand felt warm and secure in James’s strong, warm grasp as they wound their way through the streets and towards her apartment, only a few streets away from the bar in the most romantic part of Paris. She wanted to have a romantic boyfriend experience with a french gentleman.

Her heart was thudding in her chest and she felt both buoyed up and terrified in the knowledge of what she was about to do. She’d never brought an unknown gentleman home before. James made her feel as if she was on fire. Her male escort was a heady drug which brought out hidden, mysterious feelings in her, and she needed more.

Suddenly James pushed her up against the wall, kissing her fiercely, pressing her entire body against him as he wrapped his arms around her.

The kiss of her gigolo was completely dominant, and the lady gasped into it, overwhelmed by his warmth, his scent and the feel of his mouth working against hers, plundering her lips and taking everything she had to offer and more.

She could feel the hard lines of his stomach through the thin material separating their bodies, and she was tempted to rip off their clothing right there, to run her hands over the smooth, heated flesh.

Desire was pulsing through her like a volcano just waiting to erupt, but the tiny part of her which was still rational was sending out a warning. She couldn’t be seen like this. What if someone caught them and recognized her? It was too risky.

The lady knew she should put a stop to it, but her entire body was screaming to be touched by him, her panties soaked with the evidence of her arousal. One of James’s hands stroked up her thigh, and she shuddered at the delicious touch, silently begging him to go further.

The gigolo obeyed her silent wish, finding her soaked panties and stroking teasingly at the thin cloth. The lady pressed against his hot fingers, eager for more contact. She sighed as his fingers found a way through the flimsy material and touched her exactly where she needed it. Her pussy was throbbing and wet, ready for more, and James’s fingers were like a balm and a poison all at once, heightening the tension and the pleasure to dizzying peaks.

Snickering, James obliged, his fingers sinking into the tight, warm orifice, rewarding him with a symphony of delicious sounds. The lady was breathing hard, struggling not to scream out her pleasure as James’s fingers stretched her deliciously, stroking her trembling walls and teasing her, bringing her waves of intoxicating pleasure.

She bit back a scream as he began to increase the pace of his strokes, kindling a fire in her pussy which only climax could quench. She thrust up against his fingers with abandon, needing to feel the pure waves of pleasure as he made her come with his long, clever fingers.

The lady’s vision had turned into a blur. She could feel the cold stone of the wall behind her back, but the wall, sky and streets surrounding them were nothing more than streaks of indigo and gray. Every nerve in her body was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure she was receiving. She’d never been so aroused before, so desperate to reach her climax.

As James’s thumb found her engorged clit and stroked it in tight, firm circles, her world exploded. The blur of indigo was suddenly an explosion of stars and sparks, and her body bucked against James’s firm grip as she finally reached her climax with the force of a meteor hitting the earth.

As she fought to get her breathing and vision back to normal, she became aware of James’s safe, anchoring arms around her, preventing her from falling. Suddenly aware of her surroundings, The lady wanted to hide her face in shame, but James smiled down at her, and the approval in his eyes was evident. Somehow, that made her feel more sure of herself.

The lady slid gently to her feet, supported by James, and they resumed their walk as if nothing had happened. The lady’s legs felt like jelly, and her thighs were slick with her juices. She had never felt so alive before, or so attuned with her body’s needs. As she took a sidelong glance at James, his profile elegant and powerful in the twilight, she knew that she wouldn’t be satisfied until she’d felt every inch of him against her.

The lady took a deep breath as they reached her apartment building. She gestured silently to James as she unlocked the door, and pulled him inside, finding his lips in another searing kiss.

As the door closed behind them, The lady felt James’s warm hands sliding up inside her shirt, caressing her taut stomach and slender waist. Their kiss broke for a moment as he pulled the shirt over her head, casting it onto the floor before possessing her lips once more, taking the delicate flesh into his mouth and biting down gently before entwining their tongues in a dance of passion and desire, the slick, hot motion making the lady weak with lust.

She tugged insistently at his shirt, and in a few seconds their bare torsos were pressed up against each other. James’s chest felt impossibly good against her skin, and she tried to get closer, closing every inch of space between their bodies. His hands left swathes of fire as he explored every inch of her skin, stroking her satin flesh, plundering every curve with unbridled enthusiasm.

The gigolo whispered some french words in her ear, capturing her earlobe between his teeth and tugging. The sensations danced down The lady’s neck and exploded in her stomach. Her arousal was raging once more, and she held him close, desperate to feel more.

James picked her up as if she were a leaf and carried her towards the bed, where he laid her out and surveyed her hungrily, his eyes dark and lustful. Leaning over her, he began a trail of kisses at her navel, working his way up with soft, feathery touches of his lips against her fevered skin. His lips came to rest on her neck, against the searing rush of blood as her pulse elevated to a frenzied hum. She couldn’t breathe properly; her breath came in ragged gasps as James bit down hard on her pulse, and she let out a quiet moan.

Carefully, James hooked his arm around her back to undo her bra and cast it aside. Her male escort took in her breasts with reverence. They were large soft spheres of snowy white. James’s hands covered her breasts, massaging them gently, and she arched her back towards his touch. She could feel her pussy throbbing as her nipples tightened, responding to the persuasive touch of James’s hands. Her panties would be ruined, dripping with arousal and clinging to the lips of her pussy, warm and swollen with desire.

The lady bit back another moan as James began to use his mouth, taking one hard nipple between his teeth and tugging gently. She threw her head back in pleasure, aching for more contact. The reserved lady, she knew had disappeared, and she was now a goddess, ripe and uninhibited.

Her gigolo worked his way down lower with agonizing slowness, pulling her skirt down inch by inch to reveal her soaked panties. Gently, James took the thin material in his teeth, tugging it lower to expose her willing pussy. The soft tickle of his lips as he dragged her panties off was driving her wild. It was so animalistic, yet so gentle and sensuous.

She let out a yelp of surprise and excitement as he leapt up the bed and crouched over her, surveying his handiwork. She had the sudden desire to cover herself, self-conscious as he took in her bare, bruised breasts and soaked nether regions with enthusiasm, his eyes roving over the supple curve of her waist and the delicate V between her legs.

The lady pulled him down into a kiss. Now it was gentle, almost reverent, the way he caressed her lips with his own and cupped her cheek with his slightly rough palm. It only added fuel to her desire. As beautiful as it was to be gently kissed like this, she wanted him to plunge into her and take her with long, powerful thrusts. She whimpered and arched up into his body, eliciting a low growl which vibrated through her entire being.

To her astonishment, he flipped them over so that she was balanced on top of him, looking down into his eyes, two black pools of lust and desire, his lips apart. It was erotic, looking down at him and seeing the evidence of his arousal in his face. She felt a sudden rush of power, and her shyness had disappeared.

The gentleman’s cock was big and thick, and just the sight of him sent another throb of desire through her. Gently, she took him in her hand, delighting in the power she felt as she pumped him up and down a few times. She wanted him inside her so badly. Looking at his eyes for confirmation, James did put on a condom and then she took control. Raising her hips, she sank down onto his engorged cock, gasping at the feel of him filling her, stretching her walls as far as they would go.

The pleasure was so dizzying that she sat for a few moments, adjusting to his enormous girth, before slowly rotating her hips, throwing her head back in ecstasy at the feeling. A million sparks were exploding inside her. It was incredible, and she never wanted it to end.

She began a rhythm, thrusting down hard on his cock, grinding her hips and finding the exact spot that made her whimper with pleasure. She was going to come already, the pleasure too intense to be held in for another second. Her male escort groaned with her as her walls clamped down around him, and flipped them over easily as she writhed in pleasure, her climax exploding as she squeezed him inside of her.

His thrusts were everything she needed—long, hard and vigorous, his thick cock caressing her walls and stirring up the embers of her passion. Every stroke made her whimper with pleasure, his cock dominating her, forcing waves of pleasure down on her so it was all she could do not to scream out loud.

His thumb found her clit as his pace quickened, and the lady threw her head to one side, using the blue satin pillow to muffle her moans. She grabbed his arms, needing something to anchor her as he thrust into her relentlessly, plundering her pussy as deep as he could go.

Before she was ready, a second orgasm crashed through her. She didn’t feel attached to her body any more. All she could do was ride the crest of the orgasm to its conclusion. As she came down once more, she felt James’s thrusts becoming erratic, hard and jerky, before warm spurts of his come filled her to the brim. She clamped her walls around him, milking him for every last drop. They both fought for breath, holding onto each other tightly.

The lady wasn’t sure if she’d passed out or if time had simply moved on, but as she regained the ability to process thought, she found herself snug and secure within James’s embrace, their naked bodies twined together, exhausted and spent.

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Rent a gentleman. Times have changed, male companions are becoming popular among women

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Rent a gentleman. Times have changed, in this day and age male companions are becoming more popular among women. Women are more successful, powerful, independent, and they know what they want.

Many lead busy lives balancing work and family and may find it difficult to date, others may be in a relationship but find that the attention and appreciation they want and crave is missing.

Sometimes we get so busy taking care of others that we forget to take care of our own needs.

Roxanne looked into the eyes of her gentleman. If Roxanne was going to go through with it, she realized that she needed to trust him completely. And as she watched him watching her, Roxanne understood that she did, in fact, trust him. There was no good reason to trust him, but still she did.

Roxanne pulled off her shirt, leaving herself exposed to him, she wore a see through bra, and her nipples poked stiffly through the thin material. James’s expression was alert but passive. He gestured for her to continue. She stepped out of her heels and slid her pants down to her ankles. Now she was in nothing but her bra and panties. She looked down to see gooseflesh breaking out across her entire body.

And she’d already soaked through her panties in her desire for this male escort. She shuddered, knowing that she already wanted to strip them off. She wanted to be bare for him. More than that, she wanted James to throw her down on the floor right now and enter her, make love to her the way he had before forcefully, wildly, almost out of control. Rent a gentleman.

She could feel the beads of perspiration gathering on her forehead and upper lip. Everything was happening so fast, the entire situation had taken on the surreal quality of a dream, a fantasy. Here she was, in James’s elaborate sex fantasy, playing some role, but not sure exactly what her part entailed.

Still, she didn’t feel frightened for her safety. It was more a sense of wanting to let go, to be uninhibited, to completely give herself over to him but not being ready to deal with what that might mean when this little fantasy was over. Rent a gentleman.

Would she be able to look herself in the mirror afterwards and not feel ashamed, dirty, soiled in some way? Something about it was so incredibly vulnerable and erotic, and Roxanne didn’t know why. Was it the fact that James was watching her so closely, seeming to pay so much attention to her every expression, eye movement, breathing, the tension in her shoulders?

At one point, her male escort gently put his hand on the back of her neck and leaned into her ear. “Let it go, relax.” And then suddenly her shoulders released and the pleasure was exquisite, like an amazing yoga stretch.

“Look at your breasts, Roxanne,” he whispered into her ear. His breath tickled her lobe and her ear canal. “Look down at those pert, tight nipples.” She looked down. There was a gleaming trail of sweat dripping between her breasts. She didn’t have enormous boobs in the first place, and with her arms stretched high overhead, they’d flattened out somewhat. It seemed to make her nipples stand out even more through her bra, and they were as hard as they’d ever been.

His body was positioned to the side, so she could feel him and vaguely see him out of the corner of her eye. But she wasn’t unnerved or distracted by his eye contact. Her pussy was wet. Once again, the act of admittance seemed to make her more excited, and she felt a surge of heat in the entrance between her legs.

James’s hand stroked her neck softly, sending tingles and chills up and down her spine. Suddenly his hand wrapped around her hair and started to pull as her gigolo whispered into her ear. She wanted him to shove his hard cock all the way in her wet pussy. She wanted him to make her come again and again. Rent a gentleman.

He didn’t puller her hair too hard. Just enough to give her scalp a tingling feeling, and somehow it made the rest of her body feel even more vulnerable to his touch. She was starting to lose herself. Something about this place, this room, the privacy and intimacy of it. Just the two of them down here and nobody would ever have to know what had occurred between them. Rent a gentleman.

Her whole body convulsed with what felt like a wave of pleasure. It was extraordinary. Roxanne hadn’t ever felt anything quite like it. It certainly wasn’t an orgasm, since it didn’t originate down there. And yet, the sensation was very similar.

He reached his hand down and touched her belly, which contracted slightly beneath his touch. And then her male escort plunged his hand under her panties and touched her quivering entrance. The slit was slick with her juices. He rubbed it, slowly at first, then gathering speed. Rent a gentleman.

She moaned. Her legs convulsed beneath her. She threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy. His body pressed against her from behind, enveloping her. One hand gripped her breast firmly, sliding against her sweating, slick skin as the other hand held her swollen mound, his fingers slowly sweeping into her tunnel. Rent a gentleman.

Rhythmically, his fingers worked her as he whispered in her ear. She was lost in his seduction, eyes closed, his voice guiding her as if she were trying to find her way through the forest on a pitch black night.

He was so hard for her, right now. She felt him against her ass, She spread her cheeks while her male escort spread her pussy with his fingers. She was past speaking or even nodding. She simply let him tell her what to do and what her gigolo wanted from her. Rent a gentleman.

His hand gripped one breast and then the other, tweaking her nipples, rubbing them between his fingers and then grabbing her breasts again, while his other hand continued to delve inside her pussy. Soon, he was also massaging her clit.

Roxanne was panting, knowing that soon she would explode into her climax. And that’s when her gigolo stopped. He abruptly released her and she felt cold and alone, opening her eyes, blinking into the bright lights of the basement.

She was naked, but for her panties, and emotionally stripped bare. The look in his eyes was suddenly so cold and uncaring that she burst into tears. She sunk to her knees. Rent a gentleman.

That was when he came toward her, kneeling down and taking her head in his hands. “Look at me, Roxanne,” her gigolo said. When she met his gaze, her male escort leaned in and kissed her deeply and passionately. A moment later, they were wrapped in each other’s arms, and her gigolo was kissing down her neck and licking the salt and sweat from her breasts.

His hands caressed her body with firm intensity. He continued kissing and licking down her body, licking her belly, and then her legs opened up for him as her gigolo suddenly slid her panties down her thighs and past her ankles. Rent a gentleman.

James’s head dipped down, and her gigolo licked up the slit of her opening before sucking her throbbing clit. Roxanne came unexpectedly, her hips bucking up and down. When she’d finished her climax, James unzipped his fly and reached inside his boxers. Rent a gentleman.

A moment later, his erection was out and her male escort was on top of her. His bodyweight pressing down, the way he’d made love to her, she’d been fantasizing about that ever since. There was a look of deep concentration on his face as her gigolo maneuvered his cock directly against her swollen, dripping entrance. She spread her legs wider and opened for him, opened herself as far as she possibly could. Rent a gentleman.

The head of his cock pushed against her slit, spreading it, pushing past all layers of her trembling flesh. She came again as her male escort pushed deep inside her. His hips pounded against her pelvis, up and down, and her buttocks slapped the basement floor. Rent a gentleman.

The reverberations felt like magic, felt like waves of ecstasy, and she was coming again as his urgent thrusts grew more and more powerful. Soon her gigolo was slamming against her, spreading her open and filling her up and then her gigolo drew out of her.

Greedily, she sat up and took James’s manhood into her mouth. She was flooded by a salty taste, but she sucked it down with relish. She thought to herself that her gigolo tasted amazing, and clean, and perfect. Even as it finished, she was wishing for more. More of him. Rent a gentleman.

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I provide ladies with professional & friendly services based on pure companionship without the complications  of traditional relationships. 

Reasons why ladies rent a gentleman:

  • Wanting to be pampered in the privacy of their own home or hotel with a relaxing body rub after a stressful work week
  • In need of a date for a wedding, private party, class reunion, corporate or social event   
  • To fill the void of loneliness, neglect, and lack of attention from their spouse – partner
  • Women alone on business wanting to spend the evening with a sweet, genuine, sexy, non-judgmental gentleman
  • Someone to make them smile, share their inner feelings with, make them feel sexy and special
  • Recently divorced, widowed, and even single mothers who want to get out and have fun with no strings attached
  • Women who are wanting to hire a personal trainer who makes house calls

Whatever the function for which you need a companion, you will find that I am always punctual, reliable, professional and discreet. Always a gentleman for demanding ladies.

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Meet a male escort near by the Champs-Élysées

Meet a male escort near by the Champs-Élysées

Suddenly, I received an email from Elizabeth who wanted to meet a male escort at her hotel near by the Champs-Elysées. Below her message was her Facebook link, and when I clicked it, I was taken to a listing of stories. Just glancing at the story descriptions and titles, I saw that she had written everything ranging from group sex to mature sluts.

But before I got started reading her erotic stories, I explored her Facebook page further and found her profile with her own thread in the album section. My heart was racing. I was possibly one click away from seeing her naked for the first time in my life, and that decision wasn’t a hard decision to make.

I opened her thread and was greeted with picture after picture of her nude body, with her face left out of each image. She struck various poses around her bedroom and around the house. She looked slender and delicate, with a soft tone to her. Her upper body looked thin, with her ribs and collar bone visibly protruding, but her hips and thighs had its womanly curves to them. Her breasts were average sized and they sagged a bit, with light pink nipples on full display. And her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed.

I couldn’t get over how gorgeous she looked. After taking in the nude images of her body, I turned my attention back to her stories. I lost track of time flipping through page after page of her beautifully crafted writings.

When I headed upstairs to meet her in a hotel bedroom, I saw Elizabeth at the door, looking prim & proper. She was wearing a long silk blouse with a matching robe on.

My eyes never left her reflection as I stood behind her and held her. My arms wrapped around her waist, just under her breasts, and I squeezed my arms tightly.

As a gentleman, I held her even tighter, letting her feel my growing erection against her rear end.

She didn’t react as my hands moved up to gently squeeze her breasts through her blouse. But it was her eyes that gave away her feelings. They became filled with lust and desire.

As I continued fondling her breast with one hand, I reached beneath her blouse with my other hand rubbed her secret garden through her panties. She still didn’t say a word or try to react, but I took her body’s heart rate and breathing as a sign that she wanted me to continue, so I slipped my hand inside her panties to feel her naked crotch. She was dripping wet.

I obliged, releasing my hands from her body parts and using them to casually pull her robe off her shoulders so that they could fall to the floor. Her face still showed no real reaction as she stood in front of the mirror to watch herself with me behind her. My fingers then moved to the thin straps of her blouse, which hung on her shoulders, and I pulled those off of her as well. Once her blouse fell to the floor, she stood topless. Her panties didn’t remain there long either as she pulled them down herself to reveal her nakedness to me.

My heart nearly skipped a beat from hearing her give herself to me completely. I grabbed her again, this time even tighter, and planted kisses on her bare shoulder and back. I could have turned her around and kissed her mouth and nipples, but that’s not what either of us wanted at the moment. I wanted her to see herself in the mirror as I used her for my sexual gratification. And she had also expressed the same desire in her story to see herself being ravished this way.

Soft breathing escaped her lips when I started kissing her labia. And her breathing became even heavier when I stuck my tongue out and began licking her vaginal lips and tasting her fluids. She tasted and felt wonderful on my mouth, but hearing her moan so openly was what really gave me pleasure. After giving her a few more licks, my throbbing cock couldn’t take it any longer and I desperately needed to ravish her as she had asked.

I stood up and quickly stripped off all of my clothes as fast as I could, with her looking at my nude body in the mirror. I then guided my cock towards her secret garden, and I was able to slid right in because of how soaking wet she had become with my saliva and her bodily fluids. She felt tight and warm. And the moment I went all the way inside her, I saw her face instantly grimace in the mirror from my penetration.

Her words of encouragement drove me wild and I really started going at it. With every thrust I gave, she made different faces which I saw in the mirror. I was incredibly aroused by the sight of her sagging breasts waving back and forth from me fucking her in her bent over position. Hearing her panting and moaning also fueled my arousal, along with the slapping noises our bodies were making together as I ravished her sexually. Soon, all of that took it’s toll on me.

I squeezed her hips as tight as I could and thrusted the way my hormones had been aching for. Stream after stream of cum shot itself inside her vaginal canal, inseminating itself in her womb. It felt like I was about to collapse from incredibly pleasure I was feeling.

She and I lounged in front of the warm fire place after we had sex together. We were both still completely naked. I was sitting on the carpet with my back against the couch, and Elizabeth laid across the floor with her head on my lap.

I began rubbing my fingers through her hair. She lifted her head slightly and gave me a soft kiss on my leg. With her head still on my lap, she looked up at me and smiled. “She likes to joke about how it’s only a matter of time before you and I engage in a little fun.

She then got on all fours and positioned her face towards my crotch and gently kissed the head of my flaccid penis. The first kiss was just her lips pressing itself on me, but the second time, she kissed it harder and more forcefully, causing an immediate reaction on my part.

Her mouth turned its attention back towards my growing erection and planted several more kisses. She brought her hand towards my groin and used her delicate fingers to lift my hard cock, and gave the head of my hard bone a big wet kiss from her puckered lips.

She stuck her tongue out and ran it against the full length of my shaft, tasting her own dried fluids after I had been in her moments earlier. I became even more erect as I felt her tongue bathe me. She licked me up and down, side to side, before swirling her tongue around my head and briefly taking me inside her mouth to suck.

Just as I was in the middle of enjoying her oral pleasure, she pulled her mouth away and got up to kneel over me, with us face-to-face.

I held my saliva covered cock upwards as she asked. She then reached down with her two hands and spread her cheeks apart, leaving her anus wide open for me as she lowered herself. And as soon as the tip of my cock touched her most intimate of areas, she spread the ring of her anus even further so that my head could enter her rectum, which had to struggle it’s way in.

I watched her bite her lower lip while she continued lowering her body on to me, with my cock pushing its way inside her rectal area that felt as tight as a grip of a hand. It was clear that her body was struggling to get used to something foreign going up that tiny little hole in this unnatural act; but it was equally clear by the look on her face that she was enjoying this experience as much as I was.

Her hands clasped around the back of my neck, and with her rectal area loosening up to my hard cock inside of her, she was able to gyrate her hips even more forcefully. She closed her eyes as the pleasure we shared intensified, and her lips began to quiver.

She didn’t have to ask twice and I began furiously rubbing her clitoris with my thumb. And that only served to reinvigorate her as she used even more energy to lift her body up and down on my cock. It wasn’t long until I saw the same look on her face as before, where her eyes squeezed shut and her face twisted with pleasure- she was having another orgasm.

My thumb was relentless in playing with her secret garden as she was enjoying my cock up her. She reached down and also brought one of her own fingers to her secret garden, so that both of us were pleasing her sensitive area together. Her back suddenly arched and her mouth widened, and a stream of clear fluids rushed out from inside her. She was squirting.

She let out a loud scream and even more fluids sprayed itself onto my body and onto the floor. That was more than enough to send me over the edge as well to my inevitable second orgasm inside of her body.

When it was over and the both of us had orgasmed, she collapsed right on top of me, completely exhausted.

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Do you know the deepest, darkest sexual fantasies of women?

Do you know the deepest, darkest sexual fantasies of women? Sex, fantasies, of course, are a normal part of life. In our minds, we can engage in risky behaviors without consequences and deliver our inner monster without being judge.

But there are women who are not sufficiently stimulated by erotic dreams, they want more, they want to live intense moments with a man they do not know and will convince them to reveal their sexual desires more taboos.

Men can walk down the street and imagine sleeping with every girl they see, but for women this fantasy is much more illegal. While men can behave like animals in heat, women are supposed to be chaste and pure. But they do not not always want to be.

“In restaurants, I always have a fantasy of a quickie in the toilet with the waiter,” said Sasha, 29 “I like the idea of spontaneity combined with the idea that it’s someone I never see never again. This is the freedom to be as dirty as I want. ”

The fantasy of sex with a stranger is rarely a tender love. In an instant, a woman throws a glance at a passerby, she envisions a virile and quick sex moment, no names exchanged, squeezing him against a wall in an alley. Theoretically, this is the perfect scenario: a fast unattached, and do not worry if it misbehaves orgasm.

While many women like to take control in bed, others are attracted by the idea of being made completely powerless. “I envision a guy tying me and taking advantage of me,” says Laura, 25 “This is not a violent thing; I have no desire to have a man but I want his strength on me.

This is succumbing to pleasure. “In fact, the total submission is one of the most common female fantasies.” Many women are raised to believe that sex is bad, so enjoying it can cause a lot of guilt, “says Drew Ramsey, Ph.D. psychiatrist at the Medical Center of the University of Columbia.
“In such a way it’s not something that the woman is doing, but something that she is forced to do.”

Erica, 26, likes to imagine a man tying and even using a headband. “I like the idea that he is using my body for his pleasure,” she said. “I imagine being helpless and unable to move, then he comes out of my mouth and rubbed my breasts and any where else . ”

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A french gigolo in Paris,France – James – Enjoy the best french kiss and more

My male escort let me walk pass him. We go through a long corridor, which serves many rooms, some with glass doors. I am impressed with so much space. James meets my gaze.

This huge and splendid apartment, is also wonderful like James … I feel in an advertisement for a luxury perfume! Arrival on the balcony, I gasped. It offers an incredible view of Paris.

We enter the room, James offered me to settle into the couch, and then welled in the kitchen. James returned with a tray of Italian antipasti, and sits next to me. James serves me an Italian sparkling wine.

I’m intimidated by this gentleman who invited me to dinner. I watch him sitting next to me in this huge couch. James is so cute with his slightly open white shirt.

We remain silent for seconds. James looks at my lips with relish. This look troubles me. James puts his face near mine. I feel his breath a few inches from my mouth. James stops a bit in his movement. This erotic tension is unbearable!

Then James puts his lips against mine. A long french kiss, languid, sensual, which makes me shiver. James slid his hand behind my neck and so keeps me with a lot of strength and softness at a time. If he make love as well as he kiss …

I feel melt under his kisses. I feel his hands gently unhook my blouse. His look says a lot about the night we’ll have … I close my eyes, and do not move.

My lover makes me look a little further back, his hands coming to drag my shirt on my shoulders, and his mouth away from my chest. His lips so soft, rest on my breasts, just above my bra.

His tongue interferes under the fabric, I sigh. It’s so good. I take his head in my hands, and then press a bit against my breasts. I caress his beautiful hair. His hands roam my back, James unhooks my bra. I find myself topless, thank you to his mouth. This is the first time that sensual kisses gave to me such effect.

My gigolo looks up to me, I plunge into his dark eyes, and smiled. That smile means: continue, your touch turn me on. James forcefully grabs my hips and made me switch a little further back.

His hands now unbutton my jeans. A button, two buttons, three … James slides the jeans, puts his mouth against my belly and gently down to my panties. I can not control anything. I shudder and feel pleasure from his mouth a few inches from my sex. James approaches more and more my crotch, to please with little kisses.

I am confused and excited at the same time. My cheeks are becoming red as his tongue approach my secret garden. I also feel that my panties gets a bit wet. My body and mind are in unison, connected to this man who kisses me. James stops.

I raise my head and see him watching with intensity and desire my panties, wet from his kisses and my excitement. Then James greedily plunges his face between my thighs, my panties aside with his hand and starts to taste me, lick me, kiss me.

My God, how good it is … Never a man did it with such passion … My legs begin to tremble under the pleasure, I sigh becoming stronger. I also hear his sigh. James will make me come if he continues. Does he want me to come, like this? His lips, his tongue, his mouth against my sex again and again. It’s more powerful, I feel that my heart will explode. I’m like in a daze, as if nothing existed around us, There are only our bodies, and desire. His hands grip my hips, I grab his wrists, and hold them tight. I feel the climax is coming.

I’m coming, James will make me come …

“James , I will … James …”

I can not finish my sentence, I cry with pleasure. A cry as a complaint. The enjoyment through my whole body shaking. James puts his face against my stomach, my hands caress his neck.

“You’re very pretty, when you come, Danielle,” he said with his beautiful deep voice.

Emotion brings tears to my eyes. James looks up to me, I turn my head. I do not want him to see me so excited, it’s ridiculous …

After a few minutes of silence, during which I feel floating out of time, out of space, I reconnect to reality: I am half naked, while he is still fully clothed! I really wanted to see and feel his naked body against mine. James sits down on the couch, I approach to unbutton his shirt already slightly open. Then his jeans, slowly … I put kisses on his chest, as James did with me just now. James has a firm body, and extremely soft. Breathing deeply his manly scent, I feel excited again.

My hands caress his chest while I kiss increasingly close to his open jeans. My mouth is approaching his shorts, I feel his hard bone, very strong, in his jeans. I would like to take off his clothes, take his penis in my mouth, give him as much pleasure as he gave me just now. But shyness, I hesitate to do so …

While my hands go down to open a little more his jeans, James takes me gently by the shoulders. I give up his iron bar to get close to his lips. I sit against him, my sex naked against his body. James holds my hips, we kiss with fervor and strength. As if our lives depended on it. My whole body is just chilling.

I immerse my gaze in his. His beautiful dark eyes turn me on. His hands gently caress my naked booty while I move slightly against him. This man makes me mad with desire.

My escort boy takes me by the waist and lifts me with both a lot of strength and delicacy, to knock me on the back, on her couch. While I’m lying naked, I look at him taking off his jeans and underwear. James approached me slowly. All of a sudden I feel nervous again. As if it was the first time I made love. I have not had a lot of partners, but I am not a virgin either. And yet, to feel closer to me, naked and beautiful, I feel like a teenager.

He approaches his mouth from my breasts and my nipples gently nibbles. I sigh, it’s so good. All my nervousness vanished, I am only a desiring body. I want to feel it in me, I want him to make love, right now, right away.

He walks away a few seconds to get a condom and put it on his penis, then back again on my mouth and on my nipples, hardened by my excitement. James slips between my legs, and gently penetrates me. Our bodies merge. I feel his sex, long and hard, making long back and forth in me. My legs around him.

For long minutes, James is taking me, going slowly, then faster. James kisses me on the lips, in the neck. I get drunk of its smell. It’s so good … James gently grabbed my waist, I sit back on him, but this time feeling his member in me. I wave, I arch my back, I embrace him. My secret garden scorching slides on his own, we are in unison … James holds me by the waist, and accompanies the movements of my pelvis. I feel I’m going to come again.

I move more quickly on him. James grabbed my breasts. I feel the enjoyment from his cock to invade my body, I arch my back and screams of pleasure. James also is coming.

Seconds of intense happiness … I seek refuge in the hollow of his shoulder, and we remain long, panting, sweating our bodies against each other. I wish this moment last forever.

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