Way before my intention of dedicating my time to one of the most coveted London models agency I read about the enjoyment of another’s gal company. The story was published in a best – selling lesbian magazine. I have always been that kind of girl, crazy for experiencing the beauty of new realms.
I don’t know how this thing works for other people, but for me, whenever I want something, the universe pleases me. So my first client, actually my first clients were a couple, a young blonde man and a dark – haired beautiful lady. We had a great time and we didn’t stop giggling and laughing while the wine was flowing at their hotel’s restaurant. We were relaxed, feeling more and more comfortable as we followed the story line of an arousing conversation. The young man told me that they booked me for her. She was into the same thing I was: facing sheer pleasure boundary – less. She wanted to see how a VIP London escort felt. She wanted to see if a genuine erotic experience had something to do with the woman’s nature itself or comes along with the experience; if model escorts provided a better experience than regular women.
I took her hand and signalled that we should go upstairs. She giggled and accepted my proposal. We left his friend behind and ran towards the elevator. She pulled down my blouse in the elevator so she could caress my breasts. I felt like we were two London models casting for a porn movie. She was on fire and she started moaning from the moment I touched her. Even if her room was at the top floor we didn’t realise we were there only after elevator’s door opened. We burst into her room and fucked like two professional London models.
I went down on her and fingered her wet fanny. She screamed while I was kissing her pleasure centre. She was all shaking begging me for more. We engaged into a delicious tribbing act where our fannies were touching one another. We both came and laughed watching our performance as two authentic London models.
Actually I was shocked to know that she was a UK model, too.