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I love meeting people without the hassle of relationships, that's the reason that I work as an escort. I like sports, don't smoke, and am a vegetarian. I love life!

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I've been harbouring secret desires towards one of my friends. He is intelligent, tall, handsome and has the most amazing brown eyes. All I can think of how nice it would be to invite him for a nice, oily massage...

The room would be dark, save for one lamp or some candles burning, and the air would be warm enough to be comfortable without too much on. He'd be lying naked, on towels, on my bed, and I'd climb up on that lovely, high bed to kneel over him. I'd slowly warm the almond oil in my hands before lightly rubbing it over his back. My hands would wander, checking gently for muscle knots, and I'd use my fore-arms to apply needed pressure to those sore muscles. As he got warmer, I'd make my way down his arms, kneading those lovely muscles. I'd bend over him, taking care to concentrate on my task, but inevitably, my nipples and ample tits would end up rubbing on his back as I worked. My pussy would be slick after rubbing that lovely oil everywhere. After I was sure his back was warm and oily, I'd move down to work on that nice, hard ass of his. I'd kneel over his legs, taking care to rest my pussy between his legs so he wouldn't feel it smooth and dripping. When I'd finished rubbing his ass, oiling it up to my satisfaction, I'd make sure to run my oily tits over his ass and up his back on my way to turn around. His legs weren't done yet, you see, and I'd not want to miss touching an inch of this man.

I'd kneel over his lower back, making sure not to leave any weight on him. As I rubbed those tired hamstrings and calves, I'm sure my pussy might rub lightly on his ass and my tits might end up against the back of his legs, but that's just because I couldn't resist the temptation of having my skin on his. After I'd slowly rubbed his ankles and feet, I'd ask him to turn over so I could work on the rest of him.

He'd turn over, and his nice, erect cock would be all I could think of, but I'd start oiling up his chest to keep my hands busy. His hands would be busy oiling me up as I tried valiantly to keep focused on rubbing his chest, rather than the hot, hard cock rubbing against my sodden pussy. The temptation would be to to bury him deep in me right then, so to stop from giving in, I'd wander down and give it a little taste. Maybe a long, deep taste, like I've wanted to for months. Feeling his hard cock in my hands and mouth, his hands oily on my skin would make me so wet that I'd be wanting something in me fast. I'd re-arrange my position to put my pussy right over his face, with the warning it wasn't for him yet. As I sucked and slurped away on that nice hard tool, he'd be trying to get his tongue on my little, throbbing clit. Finally, when I couldn't take much more, I'd lower myself to him and let him lick me to oblivion while his hard member throbbed in my mouth. Knowing how much I love a guy dining on me, I'd probably cum a couple of times while I worked away on him. As I'd feel him getting closer, I'd slow him down to bring him higher again, and finally let him give me a nice warm mouthful.

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