Escort model Mila is able to deliver a man pleasure and excite his imagination, even if it happens in the middle of the day

When I came home, it turned out that our guest was a friend of my wife’s, attractive girl who always reminded me escort Istanbul model.

When my wife came out of the kitchen, her friend Mila playfully glanced at the kitchen door, apparently for fear that my wife would hear. Mila asked to give her some money, and in return promised to repay the debt with “interest” in the form of a light strip.

Mila was a very nice girl and I quickly glanced at neckline dress. And, quickly looking away, I said quietly:

– Well, tomorrow afternoon come to see me at work.

The next day, about ten minutes after my colleagues had gone into the dining room she walked into my office. She sat right across from me on the edge of my desk.

Stares wide-eyed on her knees, I reached into my jacket pocket and handed her the money.

Smiled, Mila took the money, took up the hem of her dress up above stockings edges, like escort girls Istanbul, and froze, spreading hips slightly to the side.

Although having frozen playfully ironic smile, her eyes were serious and gazed at me. She was obviously trying to guess how to behave on. She put her hand on my crotch.

Mila slowly began to lift the dress higher and higher.

I could not take my eyes off what opened in front of me with a tight crotch fitted by white silk panties, very convex pubis. I reached out to an uncontrolled hand and gently held the back of two fingers together on this bulge up and down several times. Spreading her hips, even more, Mila leaned forward and gently as I picked up all four fingers thin elastic pants to the right of the pubis, stuck my fingers under the silk, repeating the same movements, but under the fabric, on the shaved pussy.

Dropping down to the knuckles of my fingers felt the flutter of wet labia lips and slid even lower, slightly submerged in the hot and wet hole underneath. By doing so, I left not a strong rotational motion with my right hand pushed, have prevented me from stripping of cloth with the pubis, and leaning forward gently kissed strongly swollen clit. The unspeakable and incredibly exciting smell of this seductive escort girl Istanbul made me totally drown in a moment.

A few minutes ago, I would have been quite satisfied with really “easy striptease,” but now I have wildly wanted to fuck her. I definitely felt that I wanted to do that to her, enthusiastically plunging into the depths and surfacing for air. And I fucked her hot, most wanting as long as possible to approach the edge of orgasm. We did not stop. When followed by Mila I went out on the porch for a smoke, my colleagues politely and kindly smiled. At that moment, I remembered that the door wasn’t shut.

No, we did not become lovers with an escort lady Mila, in the accepted sense of the word. For several years, we have very rarely met for a “light strip” and matching delay return previously issued and non-performing loans. And surprisingly, these meetings were never perceived me as a sex for money. The feeling of disconnectedness amazing one with the other was somehow pleasant.