Amara

You’re on your back in the Gurgaon hotel, cock still wet from my mouth, and I’m straddling your chest so you can watch me play with the mess you just made. I scoop what’s left on my lips and chin and rub it over my clit while I tell you, calm and clear, that you’re going to fuck me again in whichever hole I choose. Most men are already getting hard again just from the way I say it. I decide on my ass. I turn around, sink down slowly, and make you watch your cock disappear while I describe exactly how it feels — the stretch, the heat, how filthy it is that you’re back inside me so soon. I ride like that until my thighs are shaking, then I lean forward and tell you to grab my hips and ruin it. When you cum this time I don’t let you pull out. I stay seated, clenching, forcing every drop deeper, then reach down and smear whatever leaks out across your stomach while I laugh softly and call you greedy. Only when you’re completely soft and breathing hard do I climb off, clean you properly with my mouth one last time, and tell you the amount. You’ve already used me exactly how you wanted. If the thought of a VIP escort in Gurgaon who makes you cum twice and still acts like she’s in control has your cock twitching, send the hotel. I’ll handle the rest.