Ishita

I lock the door and look at your mouth. Kolhapur is outside. In here I want your hands on my ass while I open your belt, my chest against you, nipples already hard under the blouse. Call girls who wait for a drink waste the minute I got wet. I was wet on the stairs. I take your hand and put it under my skirt so you feel it, no knickers, just heat and how badly I want your fingers in me.

Bend me over the sofa. Skirt up, heels planted, hair falling out of the tie while you fuck me from behind. Hold my hips and go deep. I will push back and swear and tell you not to stop. Spank me if you want. I get louder. I get wetter. Turn me around and I will drop to my knees, take you in my mouth, look up, and let you see what a mess you made of me.

Kolhapur call girls who mean this hour do not play innocent after. A call girl with my body wants your come on her chest, blouse open, your hand in her hair. Tell me the room is booked. I will come straight from the desk, heels on, thighs already slick, ready for you to use me.