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4:54 pm, Tuesday 8th July 2014
| There are days for romance, but that night back in July wasn't one of those days. Tristan didn't think a girl like me had a freaky side. After all, most of our sessions together involved a lot of talking and even more passion, but we'd never taken things to the naughty level. He'd had a pretty rough day working as a builder in central London and needed his escort girlfriend to bring him back down and of course, the only number he dared to call was mine. Why? Well, I'd never failed to please him and if I must say, there was a bit more to the relationship between Tristan and I than a always available booty call. 'My dear, it's so nice to see you,' he said, wrapping his arms around me. 'Tristan, you've been a very naughty boy,' I snapped, throwing him off me. His eyes lit up and shock filled his entire face. I reached into my purse and pulled out every professional escort in London’s preferred weapon of choice, handcuffs. 'Wow,' he smiled. 'There'll be no talking today, after I'm through with you, you'll have no time for words,' I shot back. Taking him by the hand, I dragged him into the bedroom where I proceeded to unleash his real working man cock from its coverings and secure his hands to the bedposts. 'Shhh,' I whispered into his ear, 'Now, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm going to show you just how naughty you've been.' His cock grew harder with each word that I spoke and I couldn't be more excited. My mouth started to salivate and I couldn't help but to take him into my mouth and suck away on the beauty that was rising just for me, ‘I love working class men in London, their so ruff and ready’. 'I think he wants to taste my pussy,' I said. Tristan nodded. 'But the both of you have been so naughty, I'm not sure he's deserving of such pleasure 'I teased. His mood fell, and no matter how much I wanted to punish him, the look on his face, thinking that I wouldn't allow him to enter me, was enough for me to give in. I climbed on top and slowly lowered myself onto him. The feeling of his cock sliding over my g-spot had me in pieces. Harder and faster I went, riding his fat cock like I'd been training for this very moment. With each movement, my tight little escorts pussy got increasingly wetter and London has never heard a girl scream the way I did I went overboard and into a breathtaking orgasm. Meet Busty Escorts in London |
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