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London Callgirl in Behind Bars Domination

Shivers ran up his spine when the London escort ran her night stick along the strong, metal bars. Cindy taunted him with each pass of his prison cell. Black high heeled boots beat out a powerful tune on the stone floor, his eyes mesmerised by her soft thighs and the swing of her leather clad hips. The brunette escort's prison guard uniform was moulded to her sexy body, covering her intimate beauty but leaving nothing to the imagination. 'How does it feel,' she said on her next slow pass, her stick clacking with authority on the bars, 'to know that you are locked up in there whilst I am out here? To know that I have the power to open your prison door and treat you to this body?' 'It feels hot,' he said, 'You are turning me on so badly.' Cindy stopped and turned to face him, her beautiful face cruel. The sexy London escort placed her hands high up the bars and spread her amazing legs. Pressing her sensual body against the metal bars, she looked him up and down with disdain. 'Tell me why I should open this door?' she said, 'What possible reason would I have for letting you touch my sexy body?' He felt his mouth begin to salivate. 'If you opened the door, I would do anything that you wanted. Anything at all.' He had crept closer to the London escort as he spoke, his lips almost touching hers through the bars. The Paddington escort pushed away from his prison bars and pointed her night stick at him. 'Get back,' she said authoritatively, 'Right back against the wall and don't move until I tell you to.' He obeyed immediately. With desperation, he watched his gorgeous prison guard escort put her key in the lock to his prison. The door opened. Her boots announced her arrival into his domain with a confident beat. Cindy walked right up to him. He could smell the leather and her own subtle musk. A groan escaped his lips. The sexy London escort ran the tip of her night stick down his face and cocked her head. Her lips were so close to his. Slowly and deliberately she unfastened the buttons on her uniform jacket. He gasped at the sight of her firm breasts beneath the soft leather. The London escort wrapped her night stick around the back of his neck and kissed him on the lips. At the same time she pulled him around in a half circle. Now she stood with her back to the wall. Keeping her stern gaze on his face, she pulled up her tightly fitting skirt and pulled one of his hands between her smooth, warm thighs. He felt the velvet touch of her pussy against his fingers and caught the scent of her arousal. His heart hammered in his chest. 'Lick me out,' she demanded, 'Lick my pussy until I come.' He moaned and dropped to his knees. Pressing his lips to her smooth pussy, he caught the first taste of her and almost fainted with desire. His tongue found the London escort's clit and he heard a sharp intake of breath from above. He was already pleasing this stunningly beautiful woman and he felt overwhelmed with the privilege.

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