
WEIGHT: 60 kg
Bust: 2
One HOUR:250$
NIGHT: +60$
Services: Trampling, Fetish, Parties, Extreme, Trampling
For many people that word may well mean total cunt-throbbing power, but for me it sounds like soft strokes and feathery kisses and the tickling touch of a considerate lover. Erotic massage, to me, never felt like something I could enjoy with the all-out aching lust that I look for in a decent fuck.
Face-down on the pillows and just nodding off as he comes into the room. He slaps me on the arse. He straddles me. I hear the slick squirt as he grabs a handful of moisturiser. An excuse for him to touch me. He puts his hands on my back. One at the top, pressing down just below my neck so my face is forced deeper into the pillow. The other slides roughly down, snaking from my shoulder to my spine, down below the line of my knickers and into the crack of my arse.
The wetness from the moisturiser spreads. He pushes his hand back up to join the other at my neck, then pulls both down hard, dragging along my wet skin, forcing my back into an arched curve. His hands reach the small of my back, and he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my knickers. His dick is pushing into me β hard and urgent through my crotch. His hands work more quickly. Pressing, pushing, dragging along my naked skin.
Not gentle: rough. Not generous: desperate. He squeezes me, presses me, moulds my back into willing shapes. Up again to the nape of my neck to push my face further into the bed. Down to the small of my back to force my stomach tight against the sheets. Up to grab a handful of hair and make me gasp.
Down to my arse, squeezing at me, spreading the cheeks so he can shove his cock right up against me. Arching and pushing against him, lifting my arse and spreading myself to guide his dick into me. He drops the moisturiser and grabs lube. As he did with my back, so he does with my cunt. Moistening, pushing, shaping. Rough hands and slick fingers working lube all over me.