Rule of Law Personal blog.

Review of Hong Kong Escort

Escort smiled at me again, and started stroking my cock gently, and I could feel every single drop of blood throbbing inside there as it passed through Hong Kong sex. Escort picked up the powder can again, took 2 handfuls of the powder and applied it right on my cock, now using both her hands to cover its full length. She started slowly moving both fists up and down, while keeping her grip firm on my cock. She spread the powder all over the cock, and also over my balls, and my whole pubic area was now bathed in fragrant white powder. She stopped again after a few minutes and said, “Time for your facial massage. Don’t you want to sit up now?” She sure knew everything that my wife and I did inside our bedroom. I sat up from my lying position, sat upright on the bed facing her.

Escort sprinkled some more powder, but this time, over her own breasts. She spread the powder evenly over them, and then stood with her knees on the bed, right before me. We looked longingly into each other’s eyes for a few moments, and then she pulled me towards her with her hands behind my neck, so that my face dug into her cleavage. She held my face in the palms of her hands, and then started rubbing both her breasts on my face, just the way my wife does every time, too. She kept smothering my face between her massive boobs, barely letting me breathe properly. Yes, that’s the way I like getting my face massaged by a woman, dear folks! And there just can not be any better way than that, I can bet. Escort’s breasts were so damn tender, so very full and yet, so amazingly firm, even Neela’s breasts don’t feel so nice against my face. With Escort treating me to this massage, my face was fully submerged in an ocean of meat, and ohhhh I’d have sunk there to death most happily.

After my face was fully smeared with the powder transferred over from her breasts, Escort stopped and pulled a little away from me. She again held my face like a mother holding the face of her own beloved child… very, very lovingly. Then, I saw her face coming down on mine, slowly but longingly. At this moment, I just couldn’t control myself. All this time, I had been playing an absolutely passive role in the whole episode, not daring to do what I felt like doing so badly. But from here on, I decided to play the man and to return all those pleasures to Escort, which she had been giving me all this while. With that, I grabbed her face with both hands, pulled her towards me, and planted my lips onto hers. We kissed deeply for ages, first only lip-to-lip, but later with our tongues darting into each other’s mouths to lick and suck at everything possible. I can swear over my 29 years of life that I’d never received such hot and wet kisses from ANY woman before that. Escort was so full of passion, it was hard for someone like me, about half her age, to keep pace with her fiery smooching. She fully stunned me with her mastery over the art of kissing during those 15 minutes that we kissed, showing me just what tongues and lips are meant to be used for.

We again sat on our knees facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes with such love, such passion, and such eagerness, as if we had been lovers for ages past, but separated for some time. Then we kissed again. With more fire oozing out of every smooch and getting wilder and crazier with every passing minute. We must have thus kissed for another 10 minutes at least, before pulling away. Then, not taking her eyes off me, Escort picked up the powder container again, and handed it over to me. “You know what I want you to do now”, she said, smiling slyly again. I didn’t need any more instructions. I sprinkled some powder in my left palm, rubbed it over the right one to distribute it evenly, and then with those palms covered with powder, I grabbed Escort’s breasts. First, I held them gently, caressing them slowly. I could feel her thick nipples harden again beneath my hands, and that was enough to drive me crazy once again. I started pumping Escort’s breasts with whatever force I had in my hands, not caring that it might hurt her. But her breasts were so large in their girth, they just wouldn’t fit in my full palm, however wide I stretched. I was grabbing, fondling, crushing and playing with her massive boobies like mad, not caring to be gentle anymore.

Too much sex with an escort in Rome

I could feel my organ tighten under my body and pressing hard into the soft mattress, struggling to achieve full length. When she had given my hips a thorough massage, I could feel blood and adrenaline rushing through not only my ass, but my whole body like an overflowing river. That’s when I heard her say in a low, but stern voice, “Time to turn around now, dear Tarun.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?” I asked, quite shocked by the idea of baring my naked front to her. “You heard me. Turn around!” she said. “You DO want your facial massage in the usual way, don’t you? You think Neela hasn’t told me about that?”

This was just too much of sex in Rome. Was Neela really sharing all our secrets with her mother? ALL of them? I shivered at the thought. “Now stop acting so shy, and turn around my dear son-in-law,” she said in a more gentle and mocking tone, which sounded more like a challenge to me. While saying this, she slid her right hand over my right thigh and tucked it underneath, while her left hand found its way below my right arm. She tugged at my body with a little force, and now I had no choice but to oblige. I turned slowly, trying in vain to hide my cock between my legs, which had now receded back to its half-erect position due to the anxiety of the moment. It was only when I was finally lying on my back that I dared to open my eyes and face Escort for the first time, who was sitting right next to me on the bed. Yes, I’d been right all this time. She was actually sitting there topless, with the pallu of her saree hanging down from her waist, and her blouse nowhere to be seen. She sure was a great sight to behold. I just couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts. They were so astonishingly firm and large, it would be hard to believe that they belonged to an almost 50 years old woman. Her nipples were dark and large, and standing fully hard. I just kept staring at those enormous globes of tender flesh for a few minutes before I realized what I was doing, and then turned my gaze towards her face.

Escort was staring down at my body with the same affection which she always had in her eyes. But this time, there was an additional twinkle in her eyes, which I know from experience, is something seen in the eyes of only a hungry woman, who is soon going to have that hunger fulfilled. “Just what I’d thought,” she said, smiling at me warmly. “What? What do you mean?” I asked. “You were having a half erection while I was massaging you, weren’t you?” she asked in a teasing voice. There was no point in lying now, since she seemed to have noticed my penis still standing half erect. So I said, “Well Escort, I sure felt excited by the way you were massaging me.” “You really are a very fine young man,” she said, moving her gaze down my body and fixing it on my penis once again. “And I am so glad for my daughter that she has YOU to give her the pleasures of womanhood,” and with this, she slid her hand down my chest, over my tummy, directly to my cock. This sent thousands of butterflies fluttering inside my body. She briefly curled her fingers through my pubic hair, tugging at a few strands, and within a moment, she had grabbed my cock in her right hand. I could feel the organ zoom back to full erection in an instant, right inside her fist.

Something I must admit

I must admit here that even though Escort was my mother-in-law, I had often fantasized about her back in my younger years. Her breasts had always been much larger than her daughter’s, and although it was her daughter that I used to flirt with out in the open, it was the mother with that enviable cleavage and a perfectly round ass, who filled my teenage fantasies in those days. I had often dreamt of sleeping like a baby with my head with Escort Directory, sucking on her melony boobs.

It was just a couple of minutes before my earlier secret wish became a reality. She held me even tighter from behind, and her hands were now not simply rubbing, but fondling my breasts. She was trying to grab as much of the flesh in her hands as she could, and was giving it a firm squeeze. I also heard her breathing get a little heavier as she did this. She continued this for another 2 minutes, and then stopped abruptly. “She must be getting some more powder,” I thought. Well, I was right. However, it took her a little more time to do that than it should have. But I didn’t bother to turn back to see what she was doing, and waited for her to continue, when she hugged me from behind once again. But this time, there was something different in her embrace. It was not only its tightness that was different and more intense, but also what I was now feeling against my back. I could feel her breasts pressed tightly against my back, but only this time, they were BARE. It seems, within that short pause, she had pulled down the pallu of her saree and taken off her blouse before returning to massage my chest again. Well, I wasn’t so sure whether that really was the case, but I didn’t dare to turn back to check. All the same, I could feel the bare skin of her breasts fully pressed into my back, her hard nipples brushing slowly against it with her every movement, while she continued squeezing and fondling my breasts from behind like mad.

Her squeezing had got a little harder now, and was hurting me a little. She was now also playing with my nipples, twisting them with her fingertips and pinching them gently. Her breathing was now even heavier, and I could feel her hot breaths down my neck and near my ears. God, this was driving me crazy! This went on for another 2-3 minutes, after which she stopped abruptly once again. “Tarun,” she now said in a soft - almost seductive - voice, “Why don’t you lie down on your chest, so that I can also do your feet and calves?” By now, I was so very overwhelmed by the way Escort was ‘manhandling’ me, I was ready to do whatever she wanted me to do. And I did just what she’d asked me to do. I lay down on my chest letting my body loose on the bed and spreading both my arms sideways. I rest my head on the right side with my eyes closed, never once daring to look backward.