She makes a ritual of it, the outfit arriving by messenger in black linen boxes the day before, tissue paper enrobing carefully folded straps and lace and mesh, shoes in another, black lacquered stilettos with sharp steel spikes for heels. She waits until she’s getting ready, until she’s just out of the shower, to open the boxes and see who she’ll be that night.

They are wealthy, the men who rent her. They have to be, in order to afford her. Some want to pick her up in a bar, to have the illusion of meeting and landing her all on their own. Others want her delivered to their hotel suite, where they wait with rapid pulses and animal lust. All of them claim her, each in his own way, with their hands and mouths and cocks and minds.

She always shows me. That’s part of her ritual too. I see her first, the moment after she’s transformed. No touching, as much as both of us may want it. As soon as she’s dressed she’s rented and no longer mine. She’s no longer her own even. She belongs to someone else, until his time is up, until he’s finished with her.

 

Category:

Hd porn gifs video

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*