Finally was able to connect with Leigh after some missed connections the last couple of weeks so here’s my 2-cent review:
I was driving to Leigh’s cozy and eccentric Hamilton incall when her friend and fellow sexpot Melanie Richards sent me a text.
“I told her that you split my pussy open and made me cum so hard.” Then, “She’s excited for you to fuck her, just saying.”
Fuck me, it’s hard to focus on the road with a raging boner. What I failed to realize is that she wasn’t warning Leigh about me, she was warning me about Leigh.
You see, women like Leigh and Mel are reservoirs of ecstasy. You may have to work hard or delve deeply but you can pull bucketfuls of orgasms out of them. And they’ll thank you for it. They’ll swivel their hips that quarter-turn into you, so you can scrape the tip of your dick against the bottom of their well. And then they ask for more. MILFy demons that act so cute and put-together one minute and then disheveled and devilish the next, pulling you in close for a kiss and whispering, “Take it out and slip it all the way in my ass.”
So you oblige and she holds her legs apart so wide that her pussy and ass gape open and closed in a quiet “Wow.” Yes, wow. She pulses on and off and the next time she opens up you slip the tip of your dick in her hole for a taste. Her eyes say, “Delicious!” so you press the whole shaft up inside her, making her sloppy wet pussy lips kiss your pubes and matting them down in her juices, slick and delectable-sounding, and she shakes and grunts in your arms. Hold her there, pressed all the way in and let her settle around you, her face flashing little pouts each time your weight wriggles you deeper inside, her organs shifting around, hugging the length of you.
And if the view isn’t enough to kill, when you kickstart her engine the wild shit that will come out of her mouth is enough to milk the sperm out of you like a hungry siren when it hits your ears. Nasty, greedy, suggestions that tug at your balls, filling them with purpose, making you fuck harder still, somehow.
I lost track of how many times we came, from wriggling, squirming orgasms to full-body convulsions that set every nerve ending on fire, but I left it all out on the field. I tried to live up to the challenge, even if I left with an ache in my scrotum from being drained again and again that reminded me of her late into the night.
Later, after my senses had recalibrated and my vision cleared, I got a text that said, “You should know I’m sharing with Mel all the ways you fucked the life out of me.” And then, 2 seconds later, “I told her you’d give her extra dick to repay her
.”
Here we go again.
As always, YMMV
https://tryst.link/escort/leigh-pro
I was driving to Leigh’s cozy and eccentric Hamilton incall when her friend and fellow sexpot Melanie Richards sent me a text.
“I told her that you split my pussy open and made me cum so hard.” Then, “She’s excited for you to fuck her, just saying.”
Fuck me, it’s hard to focus on the road with a raging boner. What I failed to realize is that she wasn’t warning Leigh about me, she was warning me about Leigh.
You see, women like Leigh and Mel are reservoirs of ecstasy. You may have to work hard or delve deeply but you can pull bucketfuls of orgasms out of them. And they’ll thank you for it. They’ll swivel their hips that quarter-turn into you, so you can scrape the tip of your dick against the bottom of their well. And then they ask for more. MILFy demons that act so cute and put-together one minute and then disheveled and devilish the next, pulling you in close for a kiss and whispering, “Take it out and slip it all the way in my ass.”
So you oblige and she holds her legs apart so wide that her pussy and ass gape open and closed in a quiet “Wow.” Yes, wow. She pulses on and off and the next time she opens up you slip the tip of your dick in her hole for a taste. Her eyes say, “Delicious!” so you press the whole shaft up inside her, making her sloppy wet pussy lips kiss your pubes and matting them down in her juices, slick and delectable-sounding, and she shakes and grunts in your arms. Hold her there, pressed all the way in and let her settle around you, her face flashing little pouts each time your weight wriggles you deeper inside, her organs shifting around, hugging the length of you.
And if the view isn’t enough to kill, when you kickstart her engine the wild shit that will come out of her mouth is enough to milk the sperm out of you like a hungry siren when it hits your ears. Nasty, greedy, suggestions that tug at your balls, filling them with purpose, making you fuck harder still, somehow.
I lost track of how many times we came, from wriggling, squirming orgasms to full-body convulsions that set every nerve ending on fire, but I left it all out on the field. I tried to live up to the challenge, even if I left with an ache in my scrotum from being drained again and again that reminded me of her late into the night.
Later, after my senses had recalibrated and my vision cleared, I got a text that said, “You should know I’m sharing with Mel all the ways you fucked the life out of me.” And then, 2 seconds later, “I told her you’d give her extra dick to repay her
.”Here we go again.
As always, YMMV
https://tryst.link/escort/leigh-pro
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. Nothing against Leigh either if anything, she's obviously good at what she does. But come on. This guy turned an escort encounter into a whole erotic novel and seems convinced every reaction was 100% genuine.
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