ruxy luxury escort (second night)

Ruxi, that thin, perverted blonde who got under your skin and won't come out.
Last time I left you with your balls empty and your mind full of me, but the next night was a marathon of dirty sex that lasted for hours. I'm going to tell you every moment, every touch, every sound, smell and taste, until you feel like you're there again - with my dick inside me, our hands tied, our mixed sweat flowing everywhere. It's going to be long, obscenely detailed, and I'm going to leave you with your hand on your dick and the desire to call me right away. Let's start from scratch...
I knocked on the door of your discreet apartment at 9:45 PM sharp - a place only you know, with large windows overlooking the city lights, but with the curtains drawn for total privacy. I came prepared like a high-end whore on a mission: my platinum hair tied up in a high, tight ponytail so it wouldn't get in my way when I was going to suck you for hours; smokey eyes that made me look like a dangerous feline; deep red lips, ready to leave marks all over your body. I was wearing a shiny black latex corset, tight around my wasp-thin waist (only 23 inches, so you could easily wrap your fingers around it), which pushed my small, firm breasts up, my pink nipples visible through the thin material and already hardened with anticipation. Down below, just black leather mid-thigh boots, with 5-inch heels that made my long calves seem endless and my small ass rise provocatively. And the surprise: a small stainless steel butt plug in my ass – cold at first, but now warmed by my body, heavy and smooth, its wide base pressing against my perineum with every step, sending vibrations directly into my swollen clitoris. My pussy was already wet, the juice slowly running down my inner thighs, leaving sticky marks on the white skin. When you opened the door, the smell of the apartment hit you first: freshly laundered underwear with lavender detergent, mixed with the faint smoke of candles burning on the table – vanilla and sandalwood, sweet and woody. But I brought something else: my white musk scent, intense and animalistic, mixed with the subtle smell of fresh latex and my freshly aroused pussy juice – sweet and

sour, like a fruit crushed between your fingers, with a muscular note that makes you salivate instantly.

“Hello again, little slut,” I whispered in my thin, hoarse voice, like a whisper of sin in an empty church. I swayed in, my heels clicking on the polished parquet floor – click-click-click-click – each step making the plug move in my ass, a cold, wet shiver sending sparks through my clitoris. I kicked the door shut, feeling the movement press the base of the plug even harder, a small moan escaping me involuntarily. My delicate hands, with their long, sharp blood-red nails, immediately gripped your neck – my fingers digging gently into your warm skin, feeling your pulse racing beneath them. I kissed you brutally, without foreplay: my thin, agile tongue going deep into your mouth, exploring, tasting the fresh mint from your toothpaste mixed with a subtly of coffee from earlier. Your tongue responded, sliding over mine, and I bit your lower lip lightly, pulling it until you moaned—a low, animalistic sound that vibrated directly into my nipples. Your scent enveloped me: expensive cologne with notes of sandalwood and black pepper, mixed with a light sweat of anticipation, making my pussy tighten around the vacuum, the juice flowing even more abundantly down my thighs.
I broke the kiss with a trickle of saliva connecting our lips, and pushed you into the living room—my hands on your chest, feeling your heartbeat under your shirt, boom-boom-boom fast like a war drum. “Take off your clothes. Everything. Slowly, so I can look at you,” I ordered, sitting down on the black leather couch, my long legs crossed, boots gleaming in the dim light of the lamp. You started: your shirt unbuttoned, button by button, the material sliding down your shoulders, revealing your broad chest, dark hairs, and already hard nipples. Then your belt – metallic clank – your pants slowly coming down, your boxers following, and your cock popped out: semi-hard, throbbing in the cool air of the room, its pink head swollen and already glistening with a bit of clear pre-cum. Your intense masculine scent released itself: strong, salty, with a hint of musk, mixed with the body oil you use.
I pulled the thin gold chain from my small black leather bag – cold and heavy in my hand – and stood up gracefully, my slim body moving like a snake. “Hands up,” I whispered, binding your wrists to the back of the couch, the chain jingling softly, tight enough to leave red marks on your skin but not to cut off your circulation. You were completely exposed: naked, bound, your penis rising slowly, throbbing at my sight. I knelt between your spread legs, my knees feeling the cool, smooth leather of the couch, and pulled out the bottle of massage oil—already warmed in my bag, scented with lavender and warm vanilla. I poured it slowly onto your chest: the thick, golden oil, flowing in thin strands, the sweet scent exploding into the air, mixing with your light sweat that was beginning to bead.
I began the massage: my hands sliding over your oily skin, fingers digging into your muscles – shoulders, chest, pinching your nipples hard until you screamed a hoarse moan, the pain mixing with pleasure. The sound of the oil – slick-slick-slick – with every movement, your skin becoming glossy, glistening in the light. I moved down slowly: over your belly, purposefully avoiding your cock, my fingers brushing past the base, feeling the heat radiating from there. When I reached your thighs, the oil dripped onto your heavy balls, making them slide under my fingers – the skin soft, wrinkled, the balls rounding in my palm. I massaged there slowly, in circles, feeling your cock jump with every close touch.
“Do you want it in my mouth? Tell me,” I whispered, looking you in the eye with my cold blue eyes. You swallowed hard, and I smiled perversely. I took your cock in my hand – hot as iron, throbbing, the soft skin sliding over the hardness beneath – and began to rub it slowly: up and down, the oil mixing with your clear pre-cum, the wet sound becoming obscene – slick-slick-slick. Then I swallowed deeply: my tight, wet throat, enveloping you completely to the base, my nose touching your belly. The salty-creamy taste of pre-cum, mixed with sweet lavender. I sucked greedily: my head moving rapidly, my platinum tail swaying, the plug in my ass vibrating with every bobble. My saliva flowed abundantly, dripping onto your balls, mixing with the oil, creating a sticky puddle on the couch. The sound: slurp-slurp-gurgling, mixed with your moans – “Ruxi… oh, fuck them…”

I pulled out the small, silver, thin vibrator – turned on with a low buzz, strong vibrations. I pressed it to the base of your cock, just below your balls, the vibrations sending electric shocks through your prostate, making you squirm, the chain jingling like an obscene bell. At the same time, I greased a finger with oil and slowly inserted it into your ass: initial resistance, then a warm, pulsing grip. “Relax, pig… feel me finger you.” I moved in circles, touching your prostate, the vibrations and finger working in tandem – pre-cum flowing like a faucet in my mouth, the taste intensifying.
I didn’t let you come. I took it all out and stood up, my slim body glistening with borrowed oil and my own sweat, the latex of the corset creaking slightly. I pulled the plug out of my ass in one slow motion – wet sound, pop! – and I held it in front of you: steel gleaming with my clear, sticky anal juice, smelling sweet-muscled, like butter melted with salt. “Look how wet the thought of your cock in my ass has made me.” I licked the base of the plug in front of you, the taste itself – salty, intimate – and threw it away.
I climbed on top of you, my thin knees on either side of your wide hips, my boots scraping the leather of the couch. I guided your cock to the entrance of my pussy: the head sliding over thin, wet lips, then slowly entering – tight, hot grip, my walls throbbing around you. The feeling of total fullness, your head hitting my cervix at the bottom. I moaned loudly, the thin sound echoing. I started riding you: up and down slowly at first, narrow hips rotating in circles, wet sound – plac-plac-plac. My small breasts bounced slightly, pink nipples rubbing against your oily chest with each descent.
The pace quickened: hard, fast, my ass hitting your thighs. With one hand I held the chain, pulling your hands, with the other I pinched my nipples, then I went down to your clitoris – finger sliding quickly into our juice. I came first: walls pulsing rhythmically, squeezing you like a wet fist, heat wave exploding, juice wetting your balls, dripping onto the couch. High-pitched scream: “Yes, fill me, pig!”
I continued without stopping, changing to reverse cowgirl: turning around, small ass exposed, anal hole pulsing empty. “Put your fingers in my ass – two!” You did, smeared with juice, entering slowly, stretching me. Double penetration: dick in pussy, fingers in ass. I came a second time, convulsing, juice flowing like a river.
I freed you from the chain, your hands numb, and put you on your knees behind me. “Fuck me like a dog.” You entered my pussy hard – deep thrust, hitting my cervix. Carnal sound: plac-plac-plac. Then anal: pulled out with wet poplar, entered my ass – tight, resisting, then swallowing. Wild anal fuck: hard, balls slamming against my ass. I came a third time anal.
Ending: kneeling, explosion on my face, mouth, breasts – hot jets, swallowed, rubbed on my clitoris for the fourth orgasm.
Hours of sex, … but next time? Strap-on, full bondage, maybe a friend. Tell me what you want me to add…