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I wanted to do something special for him, and on the eve of the third night, I bought ruby-red bottom lace underwear, and the same red short gown with thin straps, which I saw once in a directory with escort models from Istanbul.

I wanted to give him a sense of celebration, a memorable event, because it is so important to be able to give each other a sense of fullness and richness of life. I gazed in the mirror for a long time. I did not want to do a lot of makeup on myself. I touched up my lips in tone of the underwear, put on the lens and beautiful shimmering earrings, strings, snaking along the neck, tied my hair in a ponytail. I do not like long hair falling on my face at the most inopportune moment. Seeing me in all this evening on the threshold of the room, he just fell out of reality for a few seconds. I myself did not think that the effect of this non-cunning manipulation could be so strong. He sat on the bed, I slowly walked up to him. I put his hands on my hips and pressed his head to my stomach. I do not remember how long we were so… A few minutes or an eternity.

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His particular fetish was very strange position, he often asked me to lie down on my stomach, and close my legs tightly, he kept rubbing his cock on my raised buttocks and back, breathing in my scent, then abruptly entered into me from behind, moving not hastily, but in a measured rhythm and very deep, moaning muffled. He had strong hands, he might keep on them his entire weight for a long time. But that was then, and for the very first time, I was lying on my back, looking at him straight in the eyes, passionately breathing, as an escort girl. I sent him gently into myself, subtly asking for the right rhythm, and when he had finished for the very first time, very rapidly, trembling all over, I realized in his eyes he was now “hit” for all hunger and passion he could embrace. He will no longer get rid of the desire of this eternal “flying up and down,” and the desire to be deeply into a woman, whether she is a girlfriend or an escort girl from Istanbul.

You know, probably many women would envy me: young cute officer with the largest cock that ever had been in me. It looked like a sail frigate, which kicked up gusts of sea wind up, higher and stronger. I was often fascinated watching his full erection. My nipples and face rapidly were filled with blood just of one sight and I felt horny as a girl escort from Istanbul.

In one of our nights, I wanted to ride it on top in the same ruby shirt. I put him on his back, kissing his chest, abdomen and groin, my nails were lightly scratching tender skin inside of the hand. I straddled what I wanted to, and began to move slowly on him, gradually accelerating the pace. At some point, his powerful trunk as if pierced me from inside until my throat; it was a very strange acute feeling of transcendental pleasure to the point of pain, and before my closed eyes in mind flashed white small lightning balls as a roller coaster. I was moving up and down again and again, until his cock was touching and caressing me from inside till the very depth and exhaustion, scaring the neighbors and setting the stage for his moans like a passionate lover of the escort service.

When we finished, he just got up, kissed me and went away, and I remained lying on the bed, exhausted and with rumpled gown. For me, he is still a man of dreams and fantasies.