A Memorable Holiday with an Escort in Durban

The Sinful Experience in Durban

It was my first time in Durban, a vibrant coastal city in South Africa. My friends had come along with their partners, leaving me alone to explore the city. I decided to indulge myself for the first time, and booked an online escort from a popular escort site– exoticsouthafrica.com. I was nervous yet excited, as I waited for her to arrive at my hotel room.

A soft knock on the door broke my thoughts. I opened it to find a stunning woman standing there. She was Angel, a 22-year-old beauty with fiery dark hair, nice body with lovely curves that could make any man weak at the knees. She greeted me warmly, and I felt my anxiety melt away.

We spent the evening getting to know each other, laughing and sharing stories as if we were old friends. As the night wore on, I found myself drawn to her, unable to resist her charm and allure. I knew what I wanted, and I could tell that she wanted it too.

My newly acquainted escort stood up, and moved closer to me. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I knew that this was it. She leaned in, and pressed her lips against mine. I responded eagerly, and we kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

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She broke away, and looked at me with a wicked smile. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” she asked, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, and followed her to the bed.

She undressed slowly, teasing me with every inch of skin she revealed. When she was finally naked, she stood before me, her body on display. I couldn’t help but stare, taking in her perfect breasts, flat stomach, and shaved pussy.

She crawled onto the bed, and positioned herself on all fours. “I want you to take me from behind,” she said, her voice filled with need. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I moved behind her, and positioned my cock at her entrance.

I pushed inside her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet pussy gripping me tightly. She moaned softly as I filled her, and I started to move my hips, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke.

“Oh yes, just like that,” she said, her voice growing louder and more desperate. I reached around, and started to rub her clit in time with my thrusts. She cried out, her body trembling as she came hard around my cock.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I felt my own orgasm building. I pulled out, and she turned around, eagerly taking my cock into her mouth. She sucked and stroked me, her lips and tongue driving me wild.

With a final thrust, I came hard, my cum filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on mine as she did. Asif that was not enough, she moved closer.

She moaned softly as I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. I could feel her heart racing in sync with mine, our bodies moving in a rhythm that was both foreign and familiar.

Angel leaned back, her hands guiding mine towards her wetness. I could feel the heat emanating from her core as I traced her lips with my fingers, her body trembling beneath my touch. She gasped as I entered her, her walls clenching around my fingers as I began to move.

Her moans grew louder with each thrust, her body grinding against my hand. I could feel her climax building, the tension in her muscles growing as she reached her peak. With a final thrust, she cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure.

We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined.

Angel stayed with me throughout my holiday, and we explored Durban together. We walked along the beach, visited local markets, and even went on a safari. But every night, we would return to my hotel room, and indulge in our passion for each other.

It was a sinful experience, one that I knew I would never forget. And as I said goodbye to Angel, I knew that I would never regret my decision to book an escort. It was a taste of sin that I would savor for the rest of my life.