Escort with luxury deepthroat

I opened the door to the room and was speechless.
In front of me stood the most elegant escort I had ever seen. A short black dress, perfectly fitted to her body, high heels that lengthened her already endless legs, her auburn hair falling in glossy waves over her shoulders. Her makeup was impeccable – full, bright red lips, and a “good girl who does very bad things” look.
— Good evening, sir, she said in a velvety and slightly hoarse voice. I’m Alina. You paid for four hours of premium experience. I’m here to give you everything you want.
She closed the door behind her, put her purse on the table, and approached slowly, with calculated steps. She looked me straight in the eye and smiled slightly.
— I heard you’re a… demanding client. Especially when it comes to oral sex. Is that true?
I nodded. She moved closer, her lips almost touching my ear.
“Then you’re in luck. Deepthroat is my specialty. And I’m not talking about something superficial. I’m talking about deep throating, no limits, with tears, saliva, and total devotion.”
She led me to the large sofa in the living room, made me sit down, and gracefully knelt between my legs. She undid my belt with slow, deliberate movements, savoring the moment. When she pulled out my already hard member, she made an appreciative sound.
“How beautiful… and how thick,” she murmured. It’s going to be a nice challenge.
Without wasting any more time, she slowly ran her tongue down the entire length, from the base to the tip, then looked me in the eye as she opened her mouth wide and lowered her head slowly. She took it deep in one motion, until her lips touched my belly. I felt the head enter her tight and warm neck.
- Fuck... I groaned involuntarily.
Alina did not withdraw. He held it there, teary eyed, staring at me. Then it started to move – slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her mouth was incredibly wet, warm and tight. Every time she went all the way down, she made a soft guttural sound, and drool dripped down her chin, her breasts, and her black dress.
At one point she grabbed my hands and put them on her head, a clear sign that she wanted me to be the one controlling the pace.
I grabbed her by the hair and started to fuck her mouth with deeper and deeper strokes. She was moaning around me, her eyes filling with tears running down her cheeks, but she wasn't pulling away at all. On the contrary – he pushed his head forward, asking for more.
— You are a talented whore… I whispered between my teeth.
She pulled back for a second just to breathe and answered in a hoarse voice, with little drops of saliva connecting her lips to my head:
— I am your luxury escort. Use me. Fuck my neck until I can no longer speak.
I picked her up, put her on her back on the couch with her head hanging over the edge and put it directly on her neck in an inverted position. From here I could enter even deeper. My movements were strong, rhythmic. Alina moaned suffocatingly, her body twitched, but her hands pulled me by the hips, asking me to continue.
When I felt that I could no longer resist, I grabbed her neck with one hand and pushed her all the way in, holding her there. I exploded directly into her throat, with long, strong jets. She swallowed it all without spilling a single drop, trembling slightly.
After I finished, she stood up slowly, wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled at me with a satisfied air, although her voice was already hoarse:
— That was just the warm-up, sir. You have three and a half hours left. Tell me… do you want me to continue with your mouth, or do you want to see how well your luxury escort knows how to combine deepthroat with riding?
She stood up, took off her dress, remaining only in sophisticated black lingerie, and sat astride me, whispering in my ear:
— You pay for a premium experience… and I always offer the best.