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  • mercy

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    August 31, 2017 at 11:22 pm

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077, 0055, Outside Terrass Hotel, Paris

    Your assensing lets you know that the girl in the car with you is healthy but cold.

    The girl leans forward to slip out of her coat and lays it next to her on the seat. The clothing she is wearing is nice and, perhaps surprisingly, clean, although her tights are torn at the right knee and hip. Her boots look fairly new. She smiles at you as you discuss the wager and you notice that her teeth are straight and cared for, all of which sort jof ars a bit when you consider the condition of her worn and badly fitting coat.

    She nods when you finish. “So, you are not French? Would you like me to talk to you in another language………..I am passable at several: German, English, Russian. As to your wager, I hope that you have lots of money because you are going to lose some of it.”

    She puts her arms to her sides and lifts her top over her head, exposing her chest to your view. Her tits may be a bit on the small side for a prostitute, but they look just fine on her frame and as she jiggles them just a little, you are pretty sure that they are all her. Pushing her shoulder-length brunette hair behind her ears, she shifts to kneel in front of you and undoes your belt and the clasp of your pants. After sliding your trousers and underwear off your legs she looks up at you and grins again before placing her hands on your growing erection. Her eyes widen quite a bit and her hands pause for just a few seconds. “Ah, naughty man. You should have said something, but it does not matter to me.”

    She keeps her eyes on yours and you could swear that she is almost purring as she lowers her head to you and you feel the warmth of her mouth as it surrounds you and takes you in. You may have had good blowjobs in the past, maybe even very good ones, but within a minute of her starting on you, you cannot quite remember them. She uses one hand to stroke your testicles while the other unbuttons your shirt and plays with your chest, adding to the various sensations her mouth and tongue are providing. It seems like no time at all goes by and you are emptying yourself in her mouth and she is lapping it all up.

    There is an audible pop as she lifts her mouth off of you. She sits on the floor of the car and removes her boots, tights, and very short skirt, stretching to let you get a good view of all she has to offer. Rising up, she straddles your hips and pushes your shirt down your arms as she leans in to kiss you deeply. Her hips move and you can feel her own wetness against your limp member and the solid points of her nipples pressing against your chest. She doesn’t just kiss your mouth, but lets her lips move across your face, touching your eyes, cheeks and chin as well as twisting her neck to nibble at your ears and throat. When she does kiss your lips, her tongue is probing into your mouth and exploring you. She takes her hands and puts yours on her chest, moaning into you as you stroke her. Something about her generates sheer sexuality and you feel yourself responding to her closeness and her touch. Before long, she rises a bit and sits back down. You are buried deep inside her and she is riding you to another explosive climax. Her howling lets you know that she is either exploding with you or a very good actress.

    The sweat is a sheen on both of your bodies as she stops rocking and collapses against your chest. You can hear her panting to regain her breath, so maybe the orgasm was not a fake. Sitting up she keeps you inside her as she puts her hands on your shoulders and looks you in the eye. “Only three minutes left in the wager, but you still owe me for twice. it is another good forty minutes to Orly from here. Do you want to wager that I can bring life to you yet again in that time?”

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