TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
It’s time! You’ve decided no more playing around—no more excuses. You’ve looked over the website a thousand different times and always convinced yourself not to follow through. But, this time, you’re really going to do it. So, when you click my profile on “Shecock for hire,” a thrill zips through your body.
After viewing all the TS profiles, mine is the one that stands out the most. As if my gaze is drawing you and giving you the comfort you seek to really do it. I seem softer and more feminine than the others. That alone makes it easier to convince yourself that you aren’t gay, just curious. Rereading the words, you feel your cock swelling. Not wanting to back out again, you select the “booking” button and schedule our meeting.
Shecock For Hire
The shifty hotel by the highway is the location you picked to meet. Not one I would ever choose for myself, but I can understand why you’d want an out-of-the-way hide-hole where none of your friends or acquaintances would spot you. Rechecking my phone for the room number, I park in front of room twelve and get out of the car. My high heels clack loudly on the cracked cement as I approach the door and knock.
Nothing happens for a few long minutes, and I wonder if you’re another no-show. In times like this, I’m grateful the website collected payments for me before we met. Then, as I turn back to the car, you open the door and mumble my name. “Alexus?”
“Shecock for hire, at your service.” I grin when you cringe and peer out the door trying to see if anyone heard me. You wave your hand to welcome me into the room, and I’m surprised by how clean and kept the little room is. From the outside, it looks dingy and gross. First, I shrug off my shall, giving you the first in-person look at my figure. It’s cute how you nervously wring your hands in front of your body. “Where would you like to start?”
Cumming In Your Pants
Your gaze flicks down to my crotch but quickly back to my face. I can tell what you need, even if you’re too afraid to say it. You aren’t the only one who comes to me because you crave things you don’t think you should. Next, I step up and place a hand on your shoulder. “Relax. We’ll only do what you want.” I put pressure on your shoulder, and you kneel easily. You are panting and begin to rub your cock through your pants while I lift my skirt and pull my cock from my panties.
“Oh, God.” You mumble. I start to stroke it, and you lick your lips but look up at me.
“Do you want to stroke it?” Before I finish the question, your hand is wrapped around my cock, and you begin to stroke slowly. I see your body trembling, and just as you lean in to kiss my tip, your eyes cross, and you grunt. A sudden wet spot appears in your pants, and I try not to laugh.
“No, no. God, no. I’m sorry!” You try to jump up and cover the cum stain, but I grab your shoulder again.
“It’s okay. It happens. Get back on your knees; we aren’t finished just because you are.”
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349