“Tiffany” was a bit delayed for our “date” at her incall motel. When she was finally ready, she called me, and I promptly went to her room. She greeted me with a playful hug and light kisses. I was anxious to remove her blouse and jean miniskirt. I discreetly left the donation on the dresser. She hugged and lightly kissed me again. She started taking my clothes off; her goal, she said, was to please me. I lifted her skirt and discovered a lacy black thong. I slid down her panties. She promptly removed her blouse and skirt.
Her slender naked body made its way across the motel room to a table in the corner, upon which sat some sex toys and a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. Reclining on a towel upon returning to the bed, she poured chocolate syrup on her breasts and stomach. I leaned forward and started to lick the chocolate off her body. My mouth moved to her vulva. She invited me to enjoy her. I continued to lap her up.
Once my tongue was worn out, she said she wanted my cock inside of her “so bad.” She put a condom on me with her mouth, climbed on top of me and energetically fucked me reverse cowgirl. She’s in excellent physical shape because she rode me this way for several minutes. Then I took her from behind. She begged me to pull her blond hair. I obliged. (She likes it a little rough.) She rolled over. I got on top of her, her long legs draped over my shoulders. My body pressed against hers, I thrust and thrust. And thrust some more. I’ve developed pretty good stamina (I struggled with premature ejaculation during my first few sexual experiences), but even after many minutes of vigorous fucking on my part, I wasn’t close to coming. I continued pumping. Her firm legs wrapped around my back. My body straining with exertion, I slammed my cock deep inside her. I finally reached the threshold. I gave her some rough, bestial thrusts, then emptied myself into the condom. My body collapsed on top of hers, totally spent, drained.
She giggled beneath me. “You really like missionary, don’t you!”
As I recovered from my exertions on the bed, she told me she had recently returned from a hiatus. She said she had missed escorting.
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