Iris escort from Bucharest with special charm

The door slowly opens and she appears in the doorway like a vision: a long, blood-red satin dress, her back completely bare to almost the curve of her bottom, the slit in front so deep that her full breasts threaten to spill out with every breath. Her dark, almost bluish hair falls straight down to her waist. Her lips—dark red, naturally plump. Six-inch black heels. No other accessories except a thin gold necklace that falls right between her breasts.
The client, Victor, is sitting on the edge of the king-size bed, wearing only suit trousers, his shirt already thrown to the floor. When he sees her, he says nothing. He just runs his tongue over his lower lip and slowly unbuckles his belt.
Iris closes the door with her heel, drops her tiny purse to the floor, and begins to walk toward him extremely slowly, swaying her hips as if each step is choreographed. When she gets within a meter of him, she stops, runs her hands through her hair, and lets the dress slide off her body.
She’s wearing nothing underneath.
She stands completely naked in front of him, except for her heels and necklace. Her body is evenly tanned, no trace of a swimsuit, her skin perfect. Her breasts are heavy, natural, with large, dark nipples, already hard. Her waist is impossibly thin. Her round, high bottom, without any imperfections. Between her legs – completely waxed, her lips swollen, already shiny.
“I came prepared,” she says in that low, slightly hoarse voice, of a woman who’s screamed all night before. “I was wet all the way here thinking about you.”
Victor stands up and takes a step toward her. Iris raises a hand and stops him.
“Not yet. Sit down.”
He sits back down on the bed. Iris comes closer, leans over him, grabs his chin with two fingers and kisses him deeply, slowly, biting his lower lip until she tastes blood. Then she licks his neck, bites his earlobe and whispers:
“I want to taste you before you taste me.”
She kneels between his legs, unbuttons his pants with her teeth and pulls out his already hard, thick, throbbing penis. She looks him in the eyes as she runs her tongue from base to tip, very slowly, three times, then takes it all the way into her mouth, without rushing, without breathing, until she feels it hit the roof of her mouth and until Victor puts his hands in her hair and moans loudly.
She takes it out of her mouth, slaps him lightly across the face with it and says:

You’re not allowed to come in my mouth. Not yet.”
She takes it again, deeper this time, wetter, using her tongue on the bottom in perfect circles, while with her other hand she massages his balls and slowly inserts a finger into his ass. Victor arches, swears loudly, tries to pull her closer, but she suddenly stands up and sits astride his face without warning.
“Now you taste me.”
She presses her sex to his mouth and begins to move slowly, rubbing against his tongue, holding his hair and pulling him deeper. Victor grabs her ass with both hands and licks it greedily, thrusting his tongue deep into her, sucking her clit until Iris starts to tremble and moan loudly, her head thrown back. When she’s about to come, she suddenly stands up, turns around and sits on his face again, this time offering him her ass as well.
“Lick me all over.”
Victor doesn’t let himself be begged. He licks her cock, then higher, tongues her ass and holds her hips as she moves back and forth, using his face as a toy. Iris comes like this for the first time, hard, squeezing his head between her thighs, screaming his name and letting her juices run down his chin.
But she doesn’t stop.
She stands up, turns to face him, looks him in the eye and says,
“Now I want you to take me in every way you’ve ever dreamed of.”
She pushes him back onto the bed and climbs on top of him. She grips the headboard with her hands and lowers herself all the way down on him, in one slow, deep motion. It stays like that for a few seconds, pulsing around him, squeezing him rhythmically, then it starts moving – slowly at first, rising to its peak and then falling until he feels it hitting her neck. Victor grabs her breasts, sucks on her nipples until he hears her scream in pain-pleasure, then grabs her ass and starts to lift her up and down harder.
Iris arches her back, puts a finger in her mouth, wets it well, and shoves it up her ass as he penetrates her. She comes a second time like that, squeezing him so hard that Victor curses and almost comes too.
But she stands up suddenly.
“Not yet.

She pushes him back, climbs on his face again, but this time with her back to him, and starts sucking him in a 69 while he licks her. She takes him deep, up to her throat, while he puts two fingers inside her and one in her ass. When she feels he's close, she stands up again, turns around, and sits on top of him, facing the foot of the bed.
"Now take me in the ass."
Victor doesn't wait to be told twice. He coats her well with his saliva and her juice, then slowly, very slowly, inch by inch, until he feels her take him completely. Iris screams, but not in pain - in pure pleasure. She starts moving on her own, rising and falling, while his hand rubs her clitoris.
Victor grabs her hips and starts pounding her hard, deep, until the bed shakes and Iris screams continuously. He inserts a finger into her vagina as he penetrates her anally, then two, then three, until she comes a third time, trembling violently, squeezing him so hard that he can no longer resist.
“Come inside me,” she whispers, turning her head to look at him. “I want to feel you fill me.”
Victor pulls her hair, arches her back, and enters her several times so hard that the bed hits the wall. When he comes, he does so with an animal moan, pulsing deep into her ass, holding her against him until the last drop.
Iris stays there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, then slowly gets up, turns around, and kisses him deeply, tasting his lips.
“Now shower together,” she says with a wicked smile. “And then we’ll start over. You paid for the whole night… and I never leave a customer dissatisfied.”
And she disappears into the bathroom, leaving Victor collapsed on the bed, with lipstick marks on his neck, chest, penis, wet sheets, and the certainty that tomorrow he won't be able to walk straight.
But he'll be back. I always come back to Iris.