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I was in Paul’s rented apartment, and he had just finger-fucked me to a very satisfying orgasm. All the time his face was close, watching me move against him, my nipples hardening and the gush of wetness as I came over not just one finger, but two. That was all he could fit inside me. Hey find me a London escort agency girl who doesn't want to be treated like this.
Afterwards, he asked me to lie on the bed as he quickly undressed. His cock was nice and thick and his tip was already wet. Paul asked me to watch him, and to squeeze his balls, as he masturbated beside me. He was soon close to orgasm as his other hand rubbed my clit and made me hornier than a room full of anal escorts on heat.
He was a gentle giant. His touch was so light and soft and I appreciated this. He was about to come and I could tell from his position, he wanted to come over my breasts. He stopped rubbing my clit and started to rub his own nipples and chest with his hand. I started to talk to him, just a little bit naughtily. “I’d like you to do that. I like the thought of your creamy cum all over my nipples and breasts; that is so sexy and so naughty. Then I’ll rub it all over them. I’d like to do that for you.”
As soon as I finished speaking I felt his balls start to tighten and then he spurted all over my breasts. He watched me rub his cum all over me and then fell back onto the bed, with a huge sigh this, is why married guys like using London escort agencies.
After a few minutes, I rose to shower, but Paul asked me to stay put. “I’d like you to stay like that. It’ll turn me on again, seeing my cum on you. But in the meantime, I want to watch you touching yourself and making yourself come. As you said, I’m a voyeur. Don’t fake it - just take your time. I want to see the expression on your gorgeous face.” With that, I straddled him so he could see my expression and I started to touch myself carefully.
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