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Falling in love can be one of the hardest but most rewarding things. The key to being able to reap all the rewards, is finding the perfect person to fall in love with and staying away from the ones who are wrong for you and believe you me us escorts unfortunately do get to meet many of the ones who are wrong in London.
It took me years to find the right person. I went on dates, got caught up in one relationship or the other, but love, that feeling that gives you butterflies, the things that make you reach over the other side of the bed and get excited when your hand lands on warmth, it just wasn't there in the past. There were many things that came into play in making me be able to fall in love with the wonderful guy I have in my life now. He understood me like no one else, and he understood my job, respected and accepted it. Being an escort who leads a secret life in the world of London vice, guys get jealous, many of them want you to quit to only allow them to enter you. However, my boyfriend knows how burning the desire is that I have to please.
When I get home from work, I get to watch as his cock hardens when I tell him about the adventures of my day. His favorite story would have to be about this couple that came in to see me. They contacted my agency and requested a bisexual female escort, it was in the height of winter in London and when I ripped open the woman's blouse, her nipples couldn't possibly look more excited. Seeing them, I was captivated, they made my mouth water and I just couldn't wait another second to put them in my mouth. I squeezed her perky breasts together and tasted them, warming them with my breath. The man was so turned on, that he couldn't waste the time to take my panties off, he just slipped them to the side and took me from behind. I dropped to my knees, my head now in the perfect position to taste the woman's sweet pussy. Perfectly shaved and smooth, my tongue was able to glide over it with ease. I sucked on her clitoris and inserted two fingers into her vagina and pushed them in deeper each time I was pounded from behind. There was no talking, just moans of pleasure. She grabbed my hair and buried my head into her dripping vagina and as I reached my climax, so did she. Her man pulled his cock out of me and shoved it into her mouth so that she could taste me. I watched as he came, deep into her throat.
Every time my boyfriend and I recant that story he fucks me hard from behind just, to remind me who’s cock my cunt belongs to.
About the author:
Irina lives in London when, she's not blogging and writing erotic stories she works as an escort for PeachyEscorts.co.uk
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