On the humid coast of Durban, people always need something to distract them from the heat. And sometimes I met up with my client, who was looking for a local sex escort in Durban, at the beach front of the promenade, where the car waited for me. It was warm and stuffy; I could feel beads of sweat trickling down my breasts.
I unbuttoned my black silk shirt one down, and gave him a small glimpse of my goods on offer. He seemed well enticed. We decided to take a ride in the promenade cable way. It was the perfect spot for a sneaky blowjob to wet his tastebuds. He hardened up very quickly, so we headed off to a nearby hotel. He closed the hotel room door and ordered me to undress until I had nothing on but my dainty black thong. He grinned like a hungry shark smelling blood at Ushaka Marine World, but the grin was for my wet pussy.
Mr Bunny Chow wanted to chow my bunny, so I let him, and his tongue was magical. With all the right flicks in all the right places, this man sure knew how to please. I noticed Mr Bunny Chow enjoys going down on women, making them cum and straight after riding them like a rikshaw whilst tight and wet.
It was exciting and hot. Our sweaty bodies were gliding up and down over each other, as the smell of salty Durban sea air and sex permeated the room. Mr Bunny Chow was more than pleased and well handled, and claimed his sexual rendezvous with me made for a top notch escort service in Durban. Escorts in Durban On the humid coast of Durban, people always need something to distract them from the heat.
