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“Bend over.”

Oh here it comes. I was down to my lace panty and bra combo, kneeling on the edge of the bed, sucking the guy like it was the last cock I'll ever suck in my life. He was groaning noisily, and he was especially enjoying fucking the roof of my mouth. Even as a Private Asian Escorts Brisbane, I got to admit, the stretch was quite nearing my threshold level on gagging.

To me, anal is always exciting. Not to mention the fact that it's an extra load of money. Yes, anal is quite the deal, and to me especially, I quite enjoy it.

Judging from the size of his tool, I am anticipating the burn. Ooooh yeah, the burn.

“Support yourself on the bed. Here we go.” He warned.

I felt his hand on my buttocks, dangerously low and kneading. He's appreciating his prize, petting it. He knelt down, kissed every side of my cheek and smiled.

His slick hand was touching my clit, sending jolts of pleasure to the entirety of my body.

“Spread your cheeks.” He commanded.

The moment I did, his tongue snaked its way through the outskirts of my hole. It was tingly, and I arched my back, purring like a cat.

His tongue was sensuous, deliberate, and calculating. There was a definite formula to what he is doing, and the way he delivers when I need him to deliver was almost clinical. Every time he went near my hole, I gasped. The rubbing of his hand on my clit only made the sensations more powerful, more complete, and more satisfying.

He was thoroughly enjoying what he is doing. And from my point of view, his rock-hard cock jutting upwards to his body was an indication of what was about to go down.

Then there was his tongue, on my hole. Full on tongue – playing, teasing, and making me cream some more. At that point, I was a mess. The room was cold, but I was a heaping mess of hotness. Every nerve ending on my body was on fire, and there was no coherent thought that was forming in my head.

He was good. I'll give him that.

Then, his tongue was gone. He mounted me; the blunt head of his cock was accessing entry to my rear. I wasn't nearly prepared, and I thought he was going to use a vibrator first.

But I was on heat, and at that point, I couldn't care less. I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted the stretch, the burn, a bit of pain.

I got it. I got it good. He entered slowly, deliberately, and deliciously. I was a Private Asian Escort Brisbane in heat, and I was creaming a puddle on the carpet. It was a good day in the office.