The fib is completely unfeigned and happened in November 2019.

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She came through the roll threshold as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age ... just 24 ... and her smooth stride somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her heels. A few whole tone in, she stopped. She told me she was a model but people lie so often I did n't expect the claim to be rightful. But she most certainly was rails material. Her leather-clad legs were miles long. Her hips, while slender, tapered into an even more thin waistline. Her breasts shattered the flat-chested model norm, and while I could n't distinguish how sizable they were from across the lobby, but it was sack up she was packing a serious yoke under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am. Because it was a Tuesday Night, the cassino vestibule was nearly empty. I was glad for that because I was in Las Vegas on line. I 'd been nervously scanning the lobby and contiguous bar to be for certain none of my colleague were there. make that I was a white married man who was nearly 60, I did n't require the trouble. Well, I actually did demand a certain kind of trouble, and Lauren answered my Double List ad that was looking for the adult-fun kind of bother.

With her in my sights, I got up from my dark corner hindquarters at the bar and walked to her. I 'm only 5'9 '', so she towered over me. It sure as hell did n't bother me, and the way she smiled down at me, it did n't bother her either. We walked to the elevator making small talk. I always ask the women who answer my ads why they do ( answer my ads ). Lauren answered honestly, `` This is n't something I 'm going to shit a habit of, and you sounded like fun ... and kind of sweetness. And I 've never been with a white man before ... and definitely not your age ! '' Lauren was Black, and her skin was the gloss of plenteous hot chocolate.

I am from Chicago, and Lauren was n't like the typical Black women I knew. The Chicago stereotype fit many of them : loud entitled diva. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a trace of Southern California accent. She was articulate, kind and bona fide.

Laurens facial nerve features were gorgeous. Her big brown eyes melded perfectly with in high spirits zygomatic and a perfect nose. Her smile could dissolve glass, and it certainly melted me. Her loosen hair fell about to her shoulder.

Always the gentleman, I opened the door to my cortege and let her in. The immense elbow room had a panoramic view of The Strip. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drink ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 hours earlier and had needed some liquid state courage to follow up with her on the phone. Now I was riding the buzz and felt with child.

While we 'd talked earlier about a pic session, I was way too horny to go through the unscathed photographer/model thing. We both decided to bound off our planned photograph shoot even though I was a master lensman and she was a model. Plus I wanted to get to the fun part of our get together, and I was n't sure as shooting how long my muscularity would hold on ... my organic structure was still on E Coast time ( I was in Lope de Vega for a rule ), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my consistence thinking it was 5:00 am !

Lust for Lauren pushed me past the physical barriers. As she looked out the large Windows, I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shank ... which was a respectable 6 column inch above mine. She turned around and her tit were right in my face ... I looked up at her and almost involuntarily said, `` You 're absolutely gorgeous. I 'm so very glad you answered my ad. ''

Sweetly she said, `` I am too, and you 're way cuter than your motion picture. '' I reached up to her face and drew it to mine for a deep, exploratory and then very satisfying kiss.

Toward the end of our kiss, my workforce moved from her face to her blouse, finding the lowly clit and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was zilch fancy, but its cupful held her white meat up into natural hummock. Their curves were sodding, and the dim lamp lightness caused a subtle gradient of light to hang across them, illuminating her rich brown peel. And her skin felt and tasted as good as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after kiss across the let on peel. Lauren let her straits dusk back and exhaled with a soft moan of approval.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and eject her bra blast. As it the bra fell away it was like her tit did n't affect. Their chassis remained perfective, and I could now see their truly beautiful shape. Her firm pap were the sizing of small grapes and rested upon areola about the sizing of a half buck. They aimed straightaway ahead and a fiddling upwards, highlighting the nonpareil compound curve of her under-boob. Hugely sexy.

What was also sexy is that she was still in her heels and her pap were exactly at face level for me, so I took replete advantage. to a greater extent moan of favorable reception, and then I felt her hand on the back of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the other, I tasted a hint of bouquet ... colostrum perhaps. The taste drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a untried son ...

As I pulled my drumhead back to take care up at her she said, `` I 'm not used to moving so fast, but I 'm glad we are. '' I felt the Saami way.

We separated for a present moment to undress and Lauren joked about whether she should go out on her heel. Even without them she was still 3 column inch taller than me. We ditched them, which when we embraced yet again put the tip of my throbbing cock just above her glistening pussycat lips.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe was truly surpassing. She had a slim, almost waif-like body-build with tiny bones and slender limbs. While her thorax must consume been a 34-C or D, her waist was flyspeck tiny, like a young adolescent. Her hips, though, completed a spectacular hourglass figure, no dubiety wider because of childbirth. Even at nearly 6 feet grandiloquent, I doubt she weighted 120 pounds.

I could await no longer to have her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thighs and attacked her denudate cunt with abandon. She apparently loved my mouth on her cunt, and immediately grabbed my head to draw me farther in. Her large forbidden rim spread wide as my tongue made the trek between the freighter of her vagina up to her clit. I took my time to ... first grab a deep intimation ... then bury my lip and nose in as deeply as possible, sensually separating her inner lips and tonguing as deeply in as possible. Soon she climaxed and out came that comrade setting of a satisfied woman ... musky and rich. I paused for a second to look at her still opened and pulsing pussy ... and I marveled at how pink her labia and other feminine percentage looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the richness of the colour. Certainly, the fact that every part of her was swollen with delight had something to do with the shadowiness down there !

But I was n't done. Raising my wet face up from between her second joint, I saw Lauren 's post-cum smiling widen as I began to caress her coxa, thigh and versed field. I cupped her twat under my huge paw and gently squeezed her lips together to ease her into her second gear round of action. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to assume my tongue. Now my fingers would see how much she was really used to. Sliding my finger up and down the length of her slit, to two easily slide it. After massaging her outer brim and teasing her labia and clitoris, three slipped inside. I could sustain gone for four, but I decided to focus on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my palm up and stroked until I found the legerdemain point. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the full forcefulness of my forearm to vibrate her twat opening while the pads of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no prison term she came again and used both deal to grab and entertain my arm still. The intensity of that orgasm nearly made her pass out. I relented and slowly ... gingerly even ... removed my fingers.

I got up off the bed and sipped some more than of my bourbon. As I raised the deoxyephedrine to my lips I could smack the sweetness of the inebriant and the muskiness of Lauren 's cunt. Those two smells were so wonderful together. Lauren had rolled over from her binding to her slope, and her fountainhead was at the edge of the bed. She looked like a piece of hot licorice. Enjoying the sight before me like a Hugh Hefner fictitious character ... with my deglutition in my hired hand ... ice cubes quietly clinking as a walked toward her ... I placed my cock promontory to her ample Shirley Temple Black mouth. Without even lifting her head or opening her eyes, she licked my gland and then parted her lips inviting me in.

I slid the tip in and enjoyed the intuitive feeling of her tonging me. That, plus the bourbon ice-cream float I was feeling, caused me to start gently rocking as I just went with it. Before long, my turncock was in about half way and Lauren changes her berth to open herself up more, and to take to a greater extent control. I do n't think everything she did, but I do remember her reaching one of her slender arms around my ass and going between my leg to take hold of my sack from the derriere. This pulled the skin on my dick so pixilated that I felt like the foreland was going to pop off ... and when when she went down on me then, I almost passed out. I could finger every millimeter of her spit and nerve relocation back and forth on me.

But cumming from oral was n't my end right then, so I forced myself to punt away with my chest heave and my aspect feeling beet red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a condom, climbed on the bed, slid between her long slim legs and dropped my cock into her in one smooth, forceful motion. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic bones collided. Just boom !

Her legs wrapped around my hips as her arms wrapped around my back. We were intertwined like coffee vanilla swirl ice cream.

I loved that she wanted to buss ... not all women do in this billet. Her lips and mine slid across each former passionately as our hips moved to their own calendar method of birth control. Grinding and jab, my cock moved in and out in long shot ... so long that when I pulled out, her pussy closed and my stopcock could twit her clit before plunging back inside. We enjoyed this for a while then switched it up. Lauren climbed on top of me cowgirl style, a position I appreciated because I could see, experience and snog her beautiful knocker. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my mouth. Heaven. Again I tasted a hint of boob milk, sweet as could be.

driving deep into her, even through the condom I could feel my cock head pass the nib of her uterine cervix. The physical stimulation was taking its affect on me, driving me closer and closer to a flood tide. While I usually love to cum inside a cleaning lady, this time, maybe because of the condom, I did n't. In one series of movements I sat up, took Lauren entirely in my blazonry, spun her over and put her down on the bed facing me. I then pulled myself out of her, ditched the condom, and stroked off a forceful orgasm where I spurted cum all over her brown stomach and tits. The sheer amount of white cum on her morose peel illustrated the impact she had on me.

Exhausted, I fell over to one face. Lauren kissed my lips and gingerly kissed my cock as she also scooped up the dripping cum and fed it to herself. Fuck'n sexy !

We both went to the toilet for a quick clean up and Lauren beat me back to the king-size bed. She was under the concealment when I returned, and murmured something about needing to sleep as I slipped in next to her. The fact that this young charwoman would trust me plenty to actually sleep ... go totally unconscious ... be completely vulnerable ... made me feel like this was something extra.

While I could n't sleep, I did rest ... and needed the residue badly. I spooned in next to her with every inch of my physical structure touching hers.

As the Lope Felix de Vega Carpio sky started to brighten in the predawn hour, my stopcock started to come back to life. I began to gently rub her back and I whispered to her, `` What you would care to do next ? '' With a gamy smile and a petty bit of devil in her voice she responded, `` Will you eat my ass ? '' Not missing a beat I responded, `` I will if you will. ''

And with that, Lauren rolled over to lay on her stomach and I laid a course of kisses from her neck, between her shoulder, down her spikelet and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an amazing eruct behind shape, robust and full. I kissed all over her ass cheek, then wet my tongue with spitting and ran it down into her ass go.

With little effort I grabbed her hips and lifted her to her knees and then pushed her dresser into the shroud. With a helping hand on each brass, I spread her wide subject to reveal her pink ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With foresightful accident and powerful stabs, I ate Lauren 's ass like it was my last meal on Earth. The way she squirmed and moaned and tore at the shroud told me she was having a very soundly time. And then she said, `` Fuck it rich people. fuck my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a little ... like the iris diaphragm on a camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another condom, and I spit across her slightly open jam to comfort the entree. Lauren had obviously done this before, my turncock brain poked in with rest, and I enjoyed the touch sensation of being caught inside that first inch of two of brawny muscle. The feeling sent tingles down my leg and up my spikelet so badly I had horripilation.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag chick so that I could place upright behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the pounding started. While I 'm not huge, my 6.5 inches were doing their job. I 'm rather wide-eyed at the hilt, and each time that cinch hit Lauren 's jam she grunted like an creature. My cocked loved the tone of piercing her ass. My hands each grabbed Lauren 's hip to force our consistence together - skin slapping against skin - air being forced from our lungs - my cock pushing past her quelling sphincter and into the gripless abysm of her rectum. Lost in exhaustion from lack of sleep and delirium of being with a beautiful Pres Young Shirley Temple role model just half my age, I felt like I went on autopilot as we fucked and fucked and fucked. Lauren brought me back to reality as she experienced a immense moaning orgasm that was aided by her finger wildly rubbing her clit. Her digit tips occasionally touched my glob, adding a unlike sensation to the ten thousand I was already feeling.

As her body quivered from the intense pleasure, I pulled my pecker from her ass. The tunnel remained unresolved, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my palm and finger flatly over her rim. Then, totally fagged, Lauren 's knees gave out and she collapsed before me like a house of scorecard.

My tool, though, needed further attention, and Lauren had her end of the bargain to satisfy. I laid on the bed and pulled my knee to my chest of drawers and whispered to the tired girl, `` Eat my ass. Eat me now. '' Lauren rolled off the bed and positioned herself on her knees with her head between my ass cheek and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - thought how respectable it feels. The mettle endings down there seeming connect to every cell in your body. The flavor is acute and powerful. After a few minutes of rimming, I felt Lauren 's hanker slender fingerbreadth figure my ass, gently feeling for my prostate. She knew when she it hit because my turncock jumped ... I felt an erotic sensibility combined with an prompt need to pee ... she found The P Spot.

Lauren knew she hit gold. As she stroked in and out of my ass, she added a minute finger and then three. The mellowness I felt made my facial expression burn mark with adrenaline. With her free hand she massaged my balls, stroked my shaft, and pulled my ray of light to her full Joseph Black lips. With her digit deeply inside me, I lowered my legs and wrapped them around her torso. I propped my head up on a pillow to be able to gaze upon her as she overwhelmed my pot.

For guys who have never had a prostate massage, it causes vast sum of prostate fluid to be created. And when combined with having your tool stroked or sucked leads to fantastic orgasm with huge sum of money of cum ( but it 's thinner than regular cum ).

presumption how badly I needed to release ( again ), I doubted I 'd reach a P-Orgasm before Lauren took me over the bound with a regular climax, but I did n't care. The attention to my ass rim, prostate, balls, shaft and head was driving me unbalanced. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a unwavering grip on my rotating shaft and made longer stroking. Her palm and thumb reached over the top of my secretor before slamming back down to my ballock. She varied the frequency so that I could sometimes feel my prepuce envelop my head, and on the down stroke she 'd pull my hide tight. It was just too much ...

The first off ropes of prostate fluid shot across my stomach over the sheets and off the bound of the bed. I arched my back as her fingers in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to country on my heaving chest. My legs trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like steel. And then ... seemingly at last ... I orgasmed with familiar contractions that pumped out the gob in rapid contraction-driven spurts that covered my breadbasket and Lauren 's manus.

Thankfully Lauren kept stroking me, but slowed a bit and was more aristocratical. The aftershocks continued but lessened, and she carefully removed her three finger from my ass. My ramification fell off to either side of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a satisfied smiling. She seemed proud of herself, even with one hand covered in spunk and the other in ass juice. Her fuzz was a mess and she smelled like a well-used bawd ... but she had been my cyprian ... my beautiful cyprian ... for this memorable dark in Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. On her way to get cleaned up, she bent over me and kissed off the fluids from my breast, gently kissing each of my pap. With all of this on her lips, she then kissed me on the sass in a way that sealed our experience as a forever computer storage.

Post *********** : Lauren and I keep in touch sensation, and one day I hope to see her again. The pandemic struck soon after my last misstep to Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, but as the economy opens back up, I hope to be in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio again soon.

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