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Filled with ecstasy
1:37 pm, Tuesday 3rd February 2015
| I received a phone call from, Mark, a guy I had met in London not too long ago. At first, I hesitated to call back. It had been a long day and I just wasn’t really in the mood. But the more I sat and imagined his face, the more I realized that not returning his call was the wrong decision to make. Sure, sleeping sounded like a good idea, but fucking sounded like a much better one. I picked up the phone and dialed Mark’s number. ‘Hi,’ he answered, his sexy voice already getting me excited. ‘I’ve got a missed call from you,’ I said seductively. One thing led to another and our conversation went into just the direction I had hoped. I took the time to prepare for his visit. Sexy lingerie, covered up with a robe and a pair of high heels were what I decided to wear. Our conversation starter would be the bottle of wine that I’d taken out and placed on the dining table with two glasses. Not before long there was a knock at my door. Mark was here. I opened the door, observing him. He hadn’t changed one bit. The perfect, manly jawline, fierce eyes, seductive lips and a rock hard body. I couldn’t wait to sample the part of him that I missed the most. I poured him a glass of wine and then another before deciding that it was time to take him to my bedroom and remind him how satisfying a night with an escort can be. But of course, as this impatient and adventurous man would have it, my bedroom stayed untouched. Bit by bit, he rid himself of his clothing. My eyes stayed focused on him as that toned body of his came into sight and then there it was, the thickest and most appealing cock I’d ever seen; just like I remembered it. I just wanted to gobble it up. I longed to remember how it tasted, but first, there was one ingredient missing. In my fridge, I retrieved the whipped cream which I dressed his body in and then devoured my desert. He returned the favor, coating my breasts and my pussy and eating away as though I would be his last meal. The night didn’t come to an end just yet, because my pussy still wanted to sample his cock and his cock still had some sampling to do and you can bet that he filled me with ecstasy. See more satisfying escort girls *All blogs are written by staff at our London branch |
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