Samaira

I hear the highway before I hear you. Andheri is in the window, white lights, and I am an escort who does not need a tour of it. ITC Maratha if you just landed. The Lalit if the lobby is the quiet kind. I drop my bag, leave the clip in, and look at your belt like that is the hello.

Kiss me if you want. I will still open you first. I like the sound of the zip, your cock in my hand, my skirt hitched while I am still standing. Then I turn, hands on the console, and I want you in me like that. Shirt on. Tie loose if you have one. Deep, a little rough, my forehead near the wood. I get wet from the rush of it. I will tell you not to be gentle.

Bed only if my legs go. On my back, clip finally out, your mouth on my chest while you fuck me. Escorts in Andheri who want an hour of small talk can keep it. I want you finished on my stomach, shirt still on, my hand around you at the end. Condom if you stay inside. Mouth if you ask before you are close. Not my face. Anal is not tonight.

One man. Cash on the desk I just bent over. Write the hotel and a time after nine. I will come up already thinking about your zip.