East European Call Girl in Erotic Dance

He watched the London escort girl cross the floor in her erotic dance. Ella moved with so much grace, her long legs carefully placed, her curvaceous body moving with a smooth sway, even the gentle bounce of her large breasts seemed to follow the rhythm of the music she had just put on. The blonde escort held her hand out to him and he took it, stepping onto the empty dance floor to join her. 'You look beautiful,' he said. Ella's beautiful face coloured, she looked at him through her thick eyelashes. 'Thank you,' she said. 'Would you do me the honour of providing me with an erotic dance this evening?' he asked. 'It would be my pleasure,' she replied. He slid a hand around her slim waist, enjoying the feel of it's deep dip above the curve of her hips. His other hand gently clasped her hand. Ella raised her empty hand and laid it on his shoulder. He smiled at her and brushed his lips over hers. His eyes took in her stunning figure, she wore a sculpted red dress that came to just above the knee with a plunging neckline that showed off her deep cleavage. It was the perfect combination of class and sauce. He felt his cock stiffen and he pulled her in tight against him to let her know what a stimulating effect she was having on him. The South Kensington escort gave a little gasp and squeezed his hand a bit tighter. She began to sway in her erotic dance in time to the music, her hips undulating against his hard-on. With a sigh, he dropped his head, resting it on her magnificent breasts. His hand slid around to the small of her back, pressing her tighter against him, feeling every microscopic movement of her sensual, curvy body through his finger tips. They began to move around the dance floor in an erotic dance that thrummed with passion. He closed his eyes and focused on her touch, her movement, her rhythm, her scent. The sound of her heart beat was just audible over the music. Ella's body rubbed against his throbbing cock with each graceful step, his senses were buzzing. He turned his head and brushed his lips over her soft breasts. Their erotic dance continued. The tempo of the music quickened, he grasped the sexy, young escort tighter against him. His heart beat faster, pressure began to build in his groin. Each step brought a moan from his throat. He stumbled and corrected himself. His legs began to feel weak. He could hardly breathe. 'Stop,' he said, 'We have to stop.' Ella stopped her erotic dance, holding him tight. Her rhythm didn't stop though. The sensual, erotic undulations of her hips continued. He clung to her, the music drifting over them both, building to a crashing crescendo that took him with it. A strangled cry, muffled by the East European's breasts, signalled his climax. He didn't release his grip on her, they stood on the dance floor whilst the music slowly returned to a more sedate pace and his cum soaked into her red dress.