Navya

You don’t get to stand up. That’s the first thing I say when I walk into the Green Park room. I put you in the chair, tell you to keep your hands on the armrests, and then I strip slowly in front of you. I sit on the edge of the bed, spread my legs, and start touching myself while I look straight at you. I want you hard and leaking before I ever let you move. I take my time. Fingers circling, then sliding in, telling you exactly how wet I am and how much better your cock would feel. Most men are gripping the chair by the time I cum the first time — quiet, shaking, eyes locked on you. Only then do I walk over, free your cock, and sink down onto you while you’re still sitting. I ride you facing you, hands on your shoulders, controlling the pace, and I don’t let you cum until I’ve finished again. When I finally allow it, I stay on you and make you fill me while I watch your face. Payment is only after I’ve climbed off and you’ve watched it drip. If the idea of a tall model escort in Green Park who makes you watch first, then uses you in the chair, already has you aching, send the hotel. I’ll decide when you get to move.