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It started a long time ago. I always have the need to breastfeed my desire with a professional hooker. I don’t know if you can already call it looking. But I needed it 1-2 times a week.
Oh yes, by the way, my name is Peter.
It was a warm evening in June. I strolled through the streets of Düsseldorf and was looking for a new “victim”. While I was walking so much on the opposite side a very pretty young woman. I appreciated her on my age (25).
She had long, blonde hair, a black mini skirt and an almost transparent blouse. Spurally decided, I strut over to her. I didn’t leave her eye from her. She too had discovered me from afar.
“How much?”I asked her.
“50, -DM for once-you want?“, She asked as a counter question.
“Turned off,” I said narrowly.
“Where do you want to pull me through?” -” Preferably there, “I replied and pointed out with my hand to a dark hallway.
She turned without a word and went ahead.
’Well, it’s fine’, I said to myself in my mind and stepped after her. Sobilizing them, they stepped preceded, purposefully towards the house entrance. I closed the heavy wooden door behind me when I entered the insulated gait. Without a word she leaned against a wall and waving with her index finger.
She pushed her mini skirt over her hip. A blossom of white panties came out.
“Take it off,” I asked her. As in a trance, she grazed it and let him slide to the ground.
“Now open your blouse”. She also did this without will.
Slowly she buttoned up from top to bottom. Two lush breasts came out. She didn’t wore any bra why she had a figure, there would only dream other women.
“I’m waiting for you,” she whispered and tore me out of my dream.
“You shouldn’t wait any longer,” I replied quietly and touched her cheeks, lightly with my hand and began to stroke her tenderly. I do not know why.
But this woman in front of me was not like all other prostitutes: fast, obscene, dirty, only sharp on money. Our mouths came closer and closer. Finally touched and merged in the eternity of the time. Her and my hands found each other and grabbed festivals as if they never wanted to be separated again.
Our tongues played the game of gaming. Feeled and touched. The boundaries were exceeded. We both were unspeakably keen on each other and could no longer hold back.
My provocative counterpart, her nylon stockings, hastily got rid of it.
I then opened my pants and pulled them down and underpants. My now hard stone penis jumped out and indicated the redeeming fruit. He approached her dark grotto. I grabbed my penis, put it on and pushed it.
“Oh yes,” she just brought out and put her breath.
Slowly I moved back and forth. It was almost too narrowly built. But that didn’t matter to me at all. Never before, I was literally sucked out.
But my lust did not let up (nor).
We groaned and fucked for the bet. I was afraid that suddenly a door would be opened somewhere and someone could discover us. But nothing like that happened. Instead, my counterpart seemed to be louder and louder.
She was only a few moments away from her destination. The goal of total fulfillment. I also saw the imaginary finish line to come to me and put on again in her pussy to relax. Our bereau, bumped wildly against each other.
Her buttocks flew towards mine and tried to piss on my hard cock. In my testicles, everything contracted. My pint opened the floor and spat my glowing juice into her hot grated cunt. She also came under my splashes.
Rhythmically and relaxed their vaginal muscles and greedy sperm.
We hugged each other with a panting. She put her arms vigorously around me, so that I hardly got any breath. Exhausted we let go of ourselves. But not without kissing us tenderly beforehand.
“You were fabulous, with you the most beautiful sex had ever before,” I cast her and meant it pretty seriously. “What do you do if I invite you to eat?”I asked her. “Very much,” she replied.
We both had a fun evening for two more. Later she told me that she none prostitute would be and all of them would have played out of curiosity.
We saw each other very often and moved together 1/2 year later. Today I no longer think of the prostitute. And if it does, then we go back to the hallway and play everything again..
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