Individual escort Dasha

I work as a sales manager at a fairly serious company. One day, management sent me on a business trip to another region to promote our product and capture the market. The trip was supposed to last more than one day, so I booked a hotel room for myself. When I arrived, I immediately went to settle into my room. I unpacked my things and took a short nap to rest after the tiring journey. Towards evening, I went for a walk around the city, saw the local sights, sat in a café, and returned to the hotel close to midnight. The next day was planned with many events, so I needed to

get a good night's sleep.

After a hard day, I returned to my room. I was very tired, but didn't feel like sleeping at all. I wanted something else... That happens (guys will understand). Since the city was completely unfamiliar to me, I didn't know any hookers here. I had to use the services of a prostitute. I went online and found a suitable independent girl on a website. I dialed her number. I was lucky—she was free at that moment. I told her the place to come to. I had to wait quite a long time. An hour later, she called me back and asked me to meet her at the entrance. I went out, met the girl, and escorted her to my room.

The prostitute's name was Dasha. She looked like a cute, attractive girl, about twenty years old. A brunette. A slim figure. Why did she get into this? But the desire to fuck pushed those sentimental thoughts aside. I am the customer—she is the performer. Everything is clear.

Daria caught her breath. Her mascara had smeared from tears. I lay down on the bed, and she sat next to me and began fixing her cute face in a little mirror. She wasn't in a hurry to leave, as we had agreed on two hours. There was still plenty of time left, since I had cum in barely five minutes (abstinence had taken its toll).

My dick showed no signs of life for about ten minutes. Then Dashka decided to hurry its recovery along. She took off all her clothes, leaving only thin red thong panties on. The sight was magnificent. She crawled onto the bed, lay down between my legs, took my entire dick into her mouth, and began sucking. From the wetness and intense stimulation, the erection quickly returned. I wanted to fuck Dasha in the ass. Before this, I had always had sex with girls within traditional boundaries; they all categorically refused anal. Now, however, I couldn't miss such an opportunity. I told her my desire; the sweetie smiled, nodded, and for some reason reached into her purse. I later understood why—she pulled out a tube of anal lube. The girl carried everything with her. Everything for the client. She handed me the lube, while she herself took off her panties and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide. I squeezed a portion of lube onto my hand and greased my dick well. Then I brought the tube to the prostitute's anal hole and squeezed a decent amount of lube onto it.

Since anal was on Dasha's list of main services, my dick went in without problems. Delight, pleasure, bliss! I felt all of this upon entering the lovely young ass. Like a man possessed, I began pounding the young prostitute's ass, as if wanting to tear her apart. She moaned loudly (I don't know if from pain or pleasure). And then I came again. Semen sprayed deep into the amazing ass.

Later, I paid her as much as she asked and saw her off to a taxi.

By the way, the trip wasn't in vain. For successfully completing the assigned task, I was promoted. And my sex entertainment became a nice bonus to that.