The write up is completely true and happened in November 2019.

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She came through the revolving threshold as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age ... just 24 ... and her quiet stride somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her hound. A few tone in, she stopped. She told me she was a good example but people lie so often I did n't ask the claim to be on-key. But she most certainly was runway material. Her leather-clad legs were international mile long. Her hip, while slender, tapered into an even more slender waist. Her breasts shattered the flat-chested model norm, and while I could n't tell apart how ample they were from across the lobby, but it was clear she was packing a serious pair under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am. Because it was a Tuesday night, the gambling casino lobby was nearly discharge. I was glad for that because I was in Las Vega on business. I 'd been nervously scanning the lobby and side by side bar to be sure as shooting none of my colleagues were there. Given that I was a whiten marital man who was nearly 60, I did n't ask the trouble. wellspring, I actually did need a sealed kind of trouble, and Lauren answered my stunt woman List ad that was looking for the adult-fun kind of fuss.

With her in my view, I got up from my disconsolate recession nates at the bar and walked to her. I 'm only 5'9 '', so she towered over me. It sure as hell did n't chafe me, and the way she smiled down at me, it did n't bother her either. We walked to the lift making small talk. I always ask the char who answer my ads why they do ( answer my ads ). Lauren answered honestly, `` This is n't something I 'm going to make a habit of, and you sounded like fun ... and kind of sweet. And I 've never been with a white man before ... and definitely not your age ! '' Lauren was blackness, and her skin was the color of rich hot deep brown.

I am from Chicago, and Lauren was n't like the distinctive Black women I knew. The Chicago stereotype fit many of them : loud entitled divas. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a tincture of Southern California accent. She was articulate, variety and authentic.

Laurens facial features were gorgeous. Her big John Brown optic melded perfectly with high gear cheekbones and a perfect tense olfactory organ. Her grin could melt drinking glass, and it certainly melted me. Her loose hairsbreadth fell about to her berm.

Always the valet, I opened the room access to my suite and let her in. The huge room had a panoramic vista of The Strip. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drink ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 hour earlier and had needed some liquidness courage to follow up with her on the phone. Now I was riding the buzz and felt smashing.

While we 'd talked earlier about a photo session, I was way too corneous to go through the wholly photographer/model thing. We both decided to cut our planned photo shoot even though I was a professional lensman and she was a model. Plus I wanted to get to the fun part of our meeting, and I was n't sure how long my energy would contain on ... my body was still on East coast time ( I was in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio for a conventionalism ), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my trunk thinking it was 5:00 am !

Lust for Lauren pushed me past the physical roadblock. As she looked out the boastfully window, I walked up behind her and put my hand on her shank ... which was a good 6 column inch above mine. She turned around and her tit were right in my boldness ... 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 picture. '' I reached up to her face and drew it to mine for a deep, exploratory and then very satisfying buss.

Toward the end of our kiss, my manus moved from her side to her blouse, finding the little buttons and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was goose egg fancy, but its cups held her white meat up into born mounds. Their curved shape were perfect, and the dim lamp light caused a pernicious gradient of light to fall across them, illuminating her rich brown skin. And her skin felt and tasted as good as it looked. I sensually landed candy kiss after buss across the uncovered pelt. Lauren let her head teacher fall back and exhaled with a soft moan of approval.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and release her bra eruption. As it the bra fell away it was like her breasts did n't move. Their shape remained perfect, and I could now see their truly beautiful figure. Her firm nipples were the size of pocket-sized grapes and rested upon areola about the size of a half dollar sign. They aimed heterosexual ahead and a little upwards, highlighting the ideal compound bender of her under-boob. Hugely aphrodisiacal.

What was also sexy is that she was still in her bounder and her pap were exactly at face level for me, so I took full advantage. More moans of approval, and then I felt her mitt on the rachis of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the former, I tasted a hint of sweetness ... colostrum perhaps. The taste drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a young son ...

As I pulled my heading back to look up at her she said, `` I 'm not used to moving so fast, but I 'm beaming we are. '' I felt the same way.

We separated for a moment to undress and Lauren joked about whether she should get out on her heels. Even without them she was still 3 inch taller than me. We ditched them, which when we embraced yet again put the tip of my throbbing hammer just above her glistening snatch back talk.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's physical body was truly exceptional. She had a slim, almost waif-like physique with tiny off-white and slender arm. While her chest must have been a 34-C or D, her waist was tiny bantam, like a Brigham Young teenager. Her pelvic arch, though, completed a dramatic hourglass figure, no doubt wider because of childbirth. Even at nearly 6 feet marvellous, I doubt she weighted 120 lb.

I could hold back no longer to have her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thigh and attacked her bald snatch with abandon. She apparently loved my mouth on her pussycat, and immediately grabbed my head to draw me farther in. Her big outer lips spread astray as my tongue made the trek between the bottom of her vagina up to her clitoris. I took my time to ... first grab a deep breathing place ... then forget my mouthpiece and nose in as deeply as potential, sensually separating her inner rim and tonguing as deeply in as possible. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar scene of a fulfil woman ... musky and rich. I paused for a moment to look at her still open and pulsing pussy ... and I marveled at how knock her labia and other feminine function looked. Something about her dark hide amplified the mellowness of the color. Certainly, the fact that every part of her was swollen with pleasure had something to do with the refinement down there !

But I was n't done. Raising my wet face up from between her second joint, I saw Lauren 's post-cum smile widen as I began to caress her pelvic arch, thighs and knowledgeable field. I cupped her puss under my huge hand and gently squeezed her lips together to ease her into her second turn of action mechanism. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to accept my natural language. Now my fingers would see how much she was really used to. Sliding my fingers up and down the length of her slit, to two easily slide it. After massaging her outer backtalk and teasing her labia and button, three slipped inside. I could have 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 magic point. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the full strength of my forearm to vibrate her pussy scuttle while the pad of paper of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no time she came again and used both hands to take hold of and harbor my arm still. The intensiveness of that orgasm nearly made her flip out. I relented and slowly ... gingerly even ... removed my fingers.

I got up off the bed and sipped some more of my bourbon. As I raised the glass to my rim I could smell the sweet of the alcohol and the muskiness of Lauren 's puss. Those two smells were so wonderful together. Lauren had rolled over from her back to her side, and her head was at the bound of the bed. She looked like a bit of hot licorice. Enjoying the view before me like a Hugh Hefner character ... with my drinking in my handwriting ... ice cubes quietly clinking as a walked toward her ... I placed my cock head to her rich Black lips. Without even lifting her head or opening her eyes, she licked my secretory organ and then parted her lips inviting me in.

I slid the tip in and enjoyed the feeling of her tonging me. That, plus the bourbon swim bladder I was feeling, caused me to take up 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 remove Thomas More control. I do n't remember everything she did, but I do remember her reaching one of her slender implements of war around my ass and going between my pegleg to snaffle my sack from the can. This pulled the tegument on my cock so sloshed that I felt like the top dog was going to pop off ... and when when she went down on me then, I almost passed out. I could feel every millimeter of her tongue and cheeks relocation back and Forth River on me.

But cumming from oral examination was n't my goal right then, so I forced myself to back away with my chest heave and my face feeling beet red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a condom, climbed on the bed, slid between her foresighted slim down legs and dropped my tool 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 deep brown vanilla swirl ice pick.

I loved that she wanted to kiss ... not all woman do in this billet. Her brim and mine slid across each other passionately as our rosehip moved to their own rhythm. Grinding and thrusting, my tool moved in and out in foresighted strokes ... so long that when I pulled out, her pussy closed and my cock could tease apart 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, feel and kiss her beautiful white meat. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my backtalk. Heaven. Again I tasted a hint of boob Milk River, sweet as could be.

drive deep into her, even through the safety I could finger my cock head pass the nib of her cervix. The physical stimulation was taking its affect on me, driving me closer and cheeseparing to a climax. While I usually love to cum inside a woman, this meter, maybe because of the condom, I did n't. In one series of movements I sat up, took Lauren entirely in my weapon system, spun her over and put her down on the bed facing me. I then pulled myself out of her, ditched the safety, and stroked off a forceful orgasm where I spurted cum all over her chocolate-brown stomach and knocker. The sheer measure of clean cum on her dark skin illustrated the wallop she had on me.

Exhausted, I fell over to one side. Lauren kissed my lips and gingerly kissed my cock as she also scooped up the drip cum and fed it to herself. piece of ass'n sexy !

We both went to the can for a quick clean and jerk up and Lauren beat me back to the king-size bed. She was under the covers when I returned, and murmured something about needing to catch some Z's as I slipped in following to her. The fact that this young womanhood would trust me enough to actually sleep ... go totally unconscious ... be completely vulnerable ... made me find like this was something limited.

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

As the Vegas sky started to clear up in the predawn hour, my cock started to come back to life. I began to gently rub her binding and I whispered to her, `` What you would like to do next ? '' With a racy smiling and a little bit of Lucifer in her voice she responded, `` volition you eat my ass ? '' Not missing a cadence I responded, `` I will if you will. ''

And with that, Lauren rolled over to lay on her stomach and I laid a course of osculation from her neck, between her articulatio humeri, down her spine and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an amazing bubble butt Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, ample and full. I kissed all over her ass cheeks, then wet my knife with tongue and ran it down into her ass crack.

With little exploit I grabbed her rose hip and lifted her to her genu and then pushed her chest into the sheets. With a helping hand on each brass, I spread her wide open to unwrap her garden pink ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With prospicient apoplexy and powerful stabs, I ate Lauren 's ass like it was my hold out meal on Earth. The way she squirmed and moaned and tore at the sheets told me she was having a very safe time. And then she said, `` Fuck it rich. Fuck my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a petty ... like the iris on a camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another safety, and I spit across her slightly undefendable hole to ease the entry. Lauren had obviously done this before, my shaft principal poked in with ease, and I enjoyed the feeling of being caught inside that number 1 inch of two of powerful muscle. The feeling sent frisson down my legs and up my spur so badly I had horripilation.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag doll so that I could resist behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the throb started. While I 'm not huge, my 6.5 inches were doing their job. I 'm quite a wide at the hilt, and each time that cinch hit Lauren 's hole she grunted like an animal. My cocked loved the opinion of piercing her ass. My hands each grabbed Lauren 's hip joint to ram our bodies together - hide slapping against skin - air being forced from our lungs - my dick pushing past her crushing anatomical sphincter and into the gripless abyss of her rectum. Lost in enervation from lack of sleep and frenzy of being with a beautiful Pres Young inkiness model just half my age, I felt like I went on autopilot as we fucked and fucked and fucked. Lauren brought me back to realism as she experienced a Brobdingnagian moaning sexual climax that was aided by her fingerbreadth wildly rubbing her clit. Her digit tips occasionally touched my balls, adding a unlike sensation to the myriad I was already feeling.

As her physical structure quivered from the acute pleasure, I pulled my shaft of light from her ass. The tunnel remained assailable, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my palm and finger flatly over her rim. Then, totally spent, Lauren 's knees gave out and she collapsed before me like a firm of visiting card.

My shaft, though, needed further attention, and Lauren had her end of the bargain to fulfil. I laid on the bed and pulled my human knee to my chest 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 cheeks and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - thought how ripe it feels. The nerve endings down there seeming connect to every cell in your organic structure. The notion is intense and muscular. After a few minutes of rimming, I felt Lauren 's long slender finger's breadth accede my ass, gently feeling for my prostate gland. She knew when she it hit because my cock jumped ... I felt an titillating predisposition combined with an immediate 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 voluminosity I felt made my face burning with adrenaline. With her detached hand she massaged my balls, stroked my shaft, and pulled my shaft to her full pitch blackness brim. With her fingers deeply inside me, I lowered my legs and wrapped them around her trunk. I propped my head up on a pillow to be able to stare upon her as she overwhelmed my senses.

For guy rope who have never had a prostate gland massage, it causes huge sum of prostate fluid to be created. And when combined with having your cock stroked or sucked leash to howling orgasms with huge sum of cum ( but it 's thinner than regular cum ).

Given 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 orgasm, but I did n't give care. The attention to my ass rim, prostate, balls, barb and head was driving me softheaded. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a unfaltering handgrip on my shaft and made longer strokes. Her palm and thumb reached over the top of my gland before slamming back down to my glob. She varied the absolute frequency so that I could sometimes feel my foreskin enwrap my head, and on the down virgule she 'd pull my skin tight. It was just too a lot ...

The first R-2 of prostate fluid guesswork across my breadbasket over the plane and off the edge of the bed. I arched my spinal column as her fingers in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to land on my panting chest. My ramification trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like brand. And then ... seemingly at concluding ... I orgasmed with associate contractions that pumped out the seaman in speedy contraction-driven spurts that covered my tummy and Lauren 's hand.

Thankfully Lauren kept stroking me, but slowed a bit and was more gentle. The aftershocks continued but lessened, and she carefully removed her three fingers from my ass. My legs fell off to either side of meat of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a live up to grinning. She seemed proud of herself, even with one bridge player covered in spunk and the other in ass succus. Her haircloth was a mess and she smelled like a well-used whore ... but she had been my whore ... my beautiful woman of the street ... for this memorable Nox in Las Vega. On her way to get cleaned up, she bent over me and kissed off the fluids from my chest, gently kissing each of my nipples. With all of this on her lips, she then kissed me on the lips in a way that sealed our experience as a forever memory.

Charles William Post *********** : Lauren and I keep in touch modality, and one day I hope to see her again. The pandemic struck soon after my last trip to Las Vegas, but as the saving opens back up, I hope to be in Vegas again soon.

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