The mouth of her male escort was sweet, silken heat.
The mouth of her male escort was sweet, silken heat. It seared his senses, fired a passion she swore she’d never felt before. She opened his mouth over hers, driving his tongue between her full lips, and entered paradise.
The door at her back was unforgiving, allowing him to feel every soft inch of her body as he pressed her into it. Firm, ripe breasts, nipples spiking into his chest. Womanly hips and belly, just the way he liked them. The hollow of her thighs nestled his sweetly, allowing him slight access to the center of her body. The only thing he couldn’t feel, he grabbed with both hands—a high, full ass that yielded to his touch just enough for a firm, perfect grip. She felt faultless, fitting him like a missing puzzle piece, and her kiss tasted of heat and hunger and a desperate need to match his own.
They explored the evening stubble covering his cheeks and chin, rubbed against the sharp prickles of hair marching down his throat, then drove upward to sink into the sides of his hair and grip tight as he nibbled the tip of her tongue. Panting breaths filled the space between them as they devoured each other, need mounting with every exhale. The need for more. A need he couldn’t deny.
Hands shaking with the sheer force of his desire, my escort toy eased along the curve of her ass, his heart kicking at the lack of panty lines, then smoothed around to her nipped-in waist and up the soft contours of her rib cage. Losing the press of her body against his chest just about killed him, but her breasts waited, beckoning, and he needed his hands on them.
Then her lips were against his, her breath moist as she whispered into his mouth, He hooked his fingers in the low neckline of her dress and pulled, taking the lace of her bra with them. He could feel the rapid pounding of her heart but kept his gaze locked with hers.
In seconds her breasts were on display for him, and he dropped desperate eyes to see her. Beautiful, creamy mounds with hard pink nipples stretched toward him. This hot gentleman traced the blue veins mapping the route to those delectable tips, circling each sensitive nub before moving along another line, then back again.
The last harness on his control broke in that moment. There was no going slow, no patience, no thought left. Only fast. Hard. Now. That was all he knew. Her breast in his mouth, he sent one hand seeking under the hem of her stretchy skirt. When he encountered skin, he popped off her nipple to curse soundly before taking the swollen peak lightly between his teeth and searching out the apex of her thighs.
Moist heat coated the lace at her crotch as he moved it aside. She lifted a knee to ride his hip, giving him better access, and he immediately drove two fingers straight in. She bucked against him, her channel spasming around his fingers, locking him inside as her pleasure detonated like an out-of-control rocket.
The feel of her orgasm sparked emotion deep in his chest that the gigolo knew better than to acknowledge. Instead he rubbed her sweet button lightly with his thumb, setting her off again. She was tight, tighter than he’d expected, and he had to work to thrust his fingers far enough inside to stroke the rough surface of her G-spot. She gasped, almost choking, her shock apparent. He swallowed the sound with a desperate kiss, wringing every nuance of pleasure from her body before releasing her mouth.
As she trembled against him, lost in the afterglow, The man jerked desperately at the zipper of his pants, smearing her cream over the material in the process. In record time, he put a condom. He adjusted her leg higher on his thigh, bent his knees, and thrust home.
Instead he rocked them from side to side, easing the constriction surrounding him. The wet heat of her earlier release teased his sheathed bar as he nibbled and sucked the muscle along the side of her neck. Gradually her grip changed to needy clutching as he slid his mouth down to her breast, licking one softening nipple until it stood sharp and proud once more before taking it between his lips and torturing her with pleasure.
Not until her body vibrated with hunger did he begin to thrust, and the feel of her so tight around him, arching into him, grinding her secret flower against his pelvic bone, sent him over the edge in thirty seconds flat. Not near soon enough. Or long enough. He angled his hips, the broad head of his still-hard shaft dragging along her G-spot, and with one more press on her secret garden, she exploded, this time around his ultra sensitive stick, amazing him when she pulled him with her once more into the abyss.
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