Towards the end the sex got boring and not as frequent as I’d like. I started browsing for escorts in the area, something I never did before. After ...ooking and looking I was reluctant to spend that money on something if given a little effort I could get for free. When curiosity struck I started looking at the shenale escorts. Prior I had watched some shenale porn in the past and remember getting very turned on by it. So for the next few days I kept going back to this one in particular shenale I. “Yes, please,” she grunted in response. “Do you want to feel this head inside you?” Her legs spread wider in response. I couldn’t bear it any longer. I slide inside her lips, feeling the warmth of her cervix enfold me and penetrating the vagina, where my fingers (and hers) had been. She was so tight. As I thrust inside her, I repositioned myself over her prone form. Her arms clasped me and her nails dug into my back. “Easy,” I admonished. My hips began rotating and hers joined me in harmony.. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured as I felt his warm breath on my pussy, and I felt myself drip with wetness. He spit on my pussy, letting that drip down on the floor mixed with my juices. I felt something come to rest against my clit and send a shock as it began to vibrate. I felt him tape the vibrator to my leg so that it was resting on my clit and no matter how I moved, it would always be on my clit. He took my blindfold off and stood in front of where my head was, smacking my face with his. She said that if I was interested, she would like to see me fully dressed sometime. When she asked about what kind of outerwear I had, I told her that all I owned was a black leather skirt and a black blouse. I was more than a little surprised when she specified that my outfit had to be some combination of pink and white: shoes, hose, skirt, blouse and underthings. I thought that this was a rather odd request from someone new to my scene and secret, but I also felt like it was kind of an order.