roxana , class escort

Roxana enters suite 2401 at exactly 10:17 p.m., just as she promised. She’s wearing a short, tight black dress that barely covers her bottom, and 5-inch red heels that make her endless legs seem even longer. Her light brown hair falls in waves to her mid-back, and her lips are painted with a dark red lipstick that leaves marks everywhere she touches.
The client, Andrei, is already waiting for her in the leather armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand and his white shirt unbuttoned to the third button. When he sees her, he puts down his glass without saying anything. He just watches her bolt the door, take off her fur coat, and is left in just that tiny dress and the black lace underwear that is perfectly visible through the material.
“You’re seventeen minutes late,” he says in a low voice.
“I wanted to make you wait,” she replies, slowly moving closer, swaying her hips. “I know you like waiting.”
She stops a meter away from him, runs her hand through her hair, and lets the dress slowly slide off her shoulders. She’s not wearing a bra. Her round, firm breasts, with already hard dark pink nipples, rise with her breath. She runs her tongue over her bottom lip and looks him straight in the eye as she removes her lace panties, letting them fall over her heels.
“Come here,” Andrei says, but she shakes her head.
“Not yet.”
She moves closer, leans over him, takes the glass from his hand, and takes a big gulp of whiskey. Then she puts her mouth over his and transfers the liquid directly to him, tongue to tongue, until he grabs her by the back of her neck and kisses her wildly, biting her bottom lip until he feels her moaning in his mouth.
Roxana stands up, turns her back on him and sits on his lap, pressing her perfectly round ass against his erection that is already visible through his pants. She begins to move slowly, rubbing against him, feeling him grow even harder under her. She feels his hands climbing her thighs, under her dress, but she grabs her wrists and holds them away.
“You’re not allowed to touch me yet.”
She lifts her dress to her waist, runs her middle finger between her legs and sticks it inside her, letting out a theatrical moan that makes Andrei close his eyes and curse under his breath. She shows him her wet, shiny finger and puts it in her mouth, sucking it slowly, staring at him.
Then she stands up, turns to face him and kneels between his legs. She undoes his belt with her teeth, unzips his zipper and pulls out his already throbbing, rock-hard penis. She looks him in the eye as she runs her tongue from base to tip, very slowly, then takes it all the way into her mouth, feeling it hit the roof of her mouth. Andrei puts his hands in her hair and pulls her closer, but she stops, bites her base lightly and says:
“If you pull my hair, I’ll stop.”
She takes it in her mouth again, this time deeper, wetter, faster, until he starts breathing heavily and struggling in the armchair. When she feels she’s close, she stands up suddenly, climbs onto his lap and lifts her dress completely. She sits on top of him, facing him, clasps her hands on the back of the chair, and lowers herself all the way down, in one motion.
Both of them moan simultaneously.
Roxana begins to move slowly, rising to the top and then lowering herself until she feels her cervix hit. She bites her neck, licks her ear, whispers in her ear in a hoarse voice:
“I love feeling you so deep… I feel you pulsating inside me… you want to come inside me, don’t you?”
Andrei grabs her bottom with both hands and starts lifting her up and down harder, faster, until the chair starts to creak. Roxana arches her back, puts one of her breasts in his mouth, and lets him suck her nipple until it hurts with pleasure. Then she stands up suddenly, turns around, and sits on top of him again, this time facing the window.
He grabs her hands and places them on her ass.
"Now hit me."

He grabs her hands and places them on her ass.
“Now hit me.”
The first slap makes her scream with pleasure. The second makes her tighten around him so tightly that he curses loudly. The third makes her come for the first time, trembling, squeezing him pulsatingly, her juices running down her thighs.
But he doesn’t stop.
He keeps moving, faster, deeper, until Andrei grabs her hips and lifts her up, lays her on her stomach on the glass table in the middle of the room and enters her from behind, hard, brutal, holding her hair. He slams her deep, rhythmically, until the glass vaporizes under her breath and until she screams his name every time he fills her completely.
“I want you to come inside me,” she whispers, turning her head to look at him. “Now.”
Andrei pulls her hair, arches her even harder and enters her several times so deeply and loudly that the bed in the next room can probably hear it. When he comes, he does so with an animal moan, filling her completely, pulsing inside her until she feels it flowing down her legs.
Roxana stays there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, then gets up slowly, turns around and kisses him deeply, tasting his lips.
“You still have two hours to pay,” she says with a wicked smile, wiping the corner of her mouth with her finger. “And we’ve only just begun.”
And she disappears into the bathroom, leaving Andrei collapsed in the armchair, his shirt torn, lipstick smeared everywhere and the certainty that he will never forget Roxana’s name.