Review: Allaire Winthrop

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She stepped out of the elevator and our eyes met. She's olive-skinned, dark-haired with a shy smile at first and a soft voice almost like a purr. As I opened the door to the room and took her coat I smelled the light, fragrant perfume on her smooth, bare shoulders. It gave me a light head rush and a subtle throb in my cock. She seemed to sense her effect on me, turned, kissed me lightly. Then as my hand met her waist, I felt the flick of her tongue, then a gentle, soft nip of her teeth on my lower lips.

We sipped champagne, talking in the soft light of night. She sat close. She touched me, And wanted to be touched. We talked. She's incredibly interesting, with a wide, diverse background and a you'd-never-guess civilian life. Her legs were tucked under her and as she shifted I glimpsed that she wasn't wearing panties. I caught the dark strip of hair, the pink folds and could see she was already glisteningly moist. She saw that I saw and giggled shyly. Then climbed onto my lap, rubbing her creamy bare gushing pussy on my pants fly, which now surged with a raging hard on...