Kavya

Nashik traffic is still on me when I take the pins out. Twist falls, black hair on my shoulders, blouse a little tight across my chest from the day. Call girls who do this after a desk do not want a tour of the minibar. I want your mouth on mine while I am still standing in my heels, your hands already under the blouse, thumbs on my nipples before you have asked what I like.

I like that. I like being backed onto the bed with my skirt shoved up and my bra still on, your cock out, my hand guiding you in because I am done waiting. Escorts who whisper through the hour are not me. I swear when you hit it right, and I lock my ankles behind you so you stay deep. Kiss my throat. Do not get polite. I want to feel you finish on my chest, my twist ruined, both of us too warm for the air conditioning.

Gangapur Road if that is where the meeting was. Panchavati only if the hotel is already paid. A call girl with her hair down is not your second drink. Tell me the floor. I will come up still in the blouse, already thinking about your hands.