Anika

The braid is already loose when I lie back. Kolhapur can keep the street noise. I want the sheet under me, my dress open, your hands full of my breasts while you kiss down my stomach. Call girls who rush to the cock miss the part that makes me shake. Spread me. Stay. I get so wet it embarrasses me, and I still hold your head there.

I tell you in a small voice. Slower. Suck. A finger, then your tongue again. When I come I press my thighs to your ears and I do not apologise. Then I want you over me, deep, my legs around your waist, chest against your mouth. Kiss them while you fuck me. I am loud only at the end. Finish on my stomach so I can look at it, one hand still in your hair, braid ruined.

A call girl who likes it this way will say so. Escorts who only want a quick bend-over can book someone else. The room can be simple. Tell me you will not rush your mouth. I will come with nothing under the dress and the braid already coming apart.