Quality Erotic and Sex With a Model

I initially believed Juno's profile to be a catfish. His photographs were so flawless that they appeared to have come directly from a Google image search. I made him share his social media accounts when we matched so I could confirm that he was really that attractive. He provided me links to his Facebook and Instagram accounts, which showed that he was a Brazilian male model who just so happened to be working in my hometown.

We had our first date in a cocktail lounge, and almost right away I began to feel bad for objectifying him. Everything about him was stunning, from his sculpted cheekbones to the contour of a six-pack (or perhaps an eight?) I simply couldn't look away.

All about him was stunning, from his chiselled cheekbones to the contour of a six-pack (or maybe even an eight? ), which I could make out through the fitting grey t-shirt he was wearing. Naturally, I wanted to learn more about him. I tried to pay attention to what he was expressing, but every single thing he said made me giggle uncontrollably. All I wanted to do was get him home.

It turns out that home was far enough away. I escorted him to his car after we went to a gambling establishments, where there was continued sexual tension while he made jokes about my being his "lucky charm." It was parked on the top level of a multi-story parking structure, which was entirely unoccupied.

We must have both been thinking along the same lines because after giving me a quick glance, he took my hand and led me to a window with views of the entire town. He then pressed my back against the window and started kissing me along my neck. As we kissed, he pulled himself up against me and expertly touched me by sliding his hands into my trousers.

He made the most professional contact with me.

Then, exerting complete control, he whirled me around so that I was now facing the street below. Just enough of my pants were pushed down for him to enter from back.

He reached up inside my t-shirt, which was stuck to me since I was perspiring so much. It was really surreal to see everyone moving about, knowing that if they looked up, they would see what we were doing. We then heard footsteps just as I was nearing the climax. My cries were muffled and my heartbeat accelerated as a result of him placing his palm over my lips. I nearly wanted to be discovered.

Juno was less interested and drew away. He grabbed my hand as we hurried up the stairs, where an empty room was waiting.

He went down on his knees and gave me the finest head I've ever received as I leaned against the chilly wall. His tongue flicked back and forth as my body shook and my eyes rolled back. Unfortunately, I was groaning so loudly that I failed to hear the security guard enter the room and see the approaching footsteps. When I pulled my jeans up after pushing Juno off of me, I discovered that I was utterly unable to look the security guy in the eyes. I felt terrible! Before catching the finish of the live telecast, he must have watched the entire incident on CCTV. Juno drove me back home after we both exited the room laughing. After a few more hookups, of course, he went for another job a few months later, and none of my subsequent encounters have even come close.