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After my orgasm, Harry freed me of the blindfold and various toys. I felt satisfied, but there was still a tingle in my pussy at the thought of his warmth of his silky cock inside; hey show me an escort in London who doesnt love the feel of nice cock. I noticed he was erect and much bigger than how he’d felt in my hand. As he put on a condom, he talked and gave me some instructions. “As we fuck, tell me what you think of what just happened. Whisper in my ear, and I’ll use what you say, if that’s okay, in my book.”
I smiled, “Of course you can use anything I say; that is absolutely fine, but I can’t talk as eloquently as you write. He smiled, “That doesn’t matter.”
I could feel his masculinity as he got onto the bed and crawled slowly to me; a naughty look etched all over his face. “I bet you really know what to do, don’t you?”
I said nothing, but smiled sweetly instead.
I can talk naughtily, however, so as he lay above me, with a deep look of need on his face, I started to talk to him very saucily the way escorts would speak in Victoria London. He took me slowly. “I want to enjoy this; it’ll be one full rotation with every sentence. Don’t forget to explain how it felt when I was doing what I did to make you come earlier, especially as you couldn’t see what was going on.”
I did my best to oblige Harry and he did as he promised. I liked how he moved inside me. His tip rubbed me gently on the way in and on the way out. I talked in a sultry voice and he seemed to keep himself very composed.
As his love sweat trickled over his honed pectoral muscles, I realised he was getting close to his climax. I offered a few sexy images to urge him on; clenched him hard and unexpectedly, so that his tip seemed to burst into life, and he crashed down on me, quivering and jerking.
After a minute he looked up from where he lay, on my breast. “That was so good. I will definitely be back for more. I like what you said too, so there were more benefits to this than I’d thought there’d be!”
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