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His special toy
6:15 pm, Friday 27th March 2015
| Marco was a young Latino stud with a wife in London. I knew little about him and he knew even less about me only that I was the escort he found on the website. His soft brown eyes and gorgeous body did most of the communication. All that I knew was that he was originally from South America.
Marco undressed revealing a brown, toned body with tiny, dark nipples. Lean, rather than muscular; the main beauty was his face, which gave me a jolt every time he smiled. Marco smelt divine and I knew the smell of his Tom Ford aftershave; a mix of bergamot and blackcurrant. I wanted to ravish him and then he let me. I let my ample breasts trail over his chest as he devoured my lips in a hungry kiss. His Latin passion was unleashed as he fingered my hot, wet pussy and brought me to a crashing orgasm within minutes. He always wanted me to come first and I loved the way he rubbed me slowly inside afterwards. I told him he was one of the best lovers I had ever had and he smiled proudly. “Now, I can take my time, beautiful escort cutie,” Marco whispered, as he asked me to bring him his toy from my toy chest. The anal stimulator was covered in lube, but was not yet inserted. Instead I teased his small, puckered hole first, by blowing on it and by inserting my little finger and wiggling it to reach his sweet spot. As he started to enjoy the feeling, I replaced my finger with the stimulator, easing it in inch by inch, until he was comfortable. As my movements became faster, Marco’s groans became louder and louder, until he started to shiver. I caressed his balls and reached underneath to massage his cock, just the way he liked. He writhed as his body started to feel the onset of his huge orgasm and he bellowed in delight as my hands quickly brought him off. His come streamed over my fingers and I managed to catch most of it and carefully massaged his buttocks with the hot wetness. Marco’s ragged breathing became shallower and he let himself feel the benefits of his release. Marco showered himself clean. I could hear his baritone tones singing a song in Spanish, or it might have been in Portuguese. I knew he would be hard again and ready to pummel my hot, ready pussy. When he came back in and climbed into bed, I wasn’t wrong!
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