Rating 5 out of 5
Harley’s the kind of girl who makes you forget why you even needed an escort in the first place. I came in for a quickie, just wanted to get off after a long week. She had me on my back and started kissing my neck while she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. No rush. Just this slow, teasing rhythm — like she knew exactly what I needed before I did. Then she got on top and rode me with this wild, unapologetic energy. She didn’t even use lube, just slid right down like she was born to do it. I came inside her so hard I thought I was gonna black out. Then she turned around and let me cum on her face — not just a little, I mean full load, all over her lips, her nose, her forehead. She didn’t move. Just stared at me like she was waiting for me to say something. I didn’t. I just laid there, spent. After, she lit a cigarette and said, ‘You good?’ I nodded. She smiled and said, ‘Good. You’re mine now.’ I didn’t know if she was joking. I still don’t. But I’m going back.