"Is it your first time?" the girl asked him. Stark didn't know what to say. He was not the type of guy to brag and was secretive enough not to tell anybody that he hired a prostitute for his first time. He flushed instantly when she asked him the question. She put her hand on his thigh as if petting a little kid, a scared 17 year old kid. "Don't worry, she said, I will take care of you."
She came closer to him, she smelled like peonies with a dash of powder. Funnilly enough, her name was Peony...or that was what she told him when she got in his hotel room. She took his face in her hands, stroking his too long hair, her thumb skimming his lips. "You're so gorgeous, she said, why did you need to hire me?" Stark couldn't answer her. He was really popular in high school, was the leading man in every play and musical, had a great circle of friend but he was afraid of girls. Actually, girls saw Stark as the cute guy friend with whom you watch TV and listen to music, not the sexy guy for hot hot sex. Of course he did fool around with girls: he still remembered the time he tried to grab Amy's boobs while kissing her and it ended with a blackeye and a broken heart for Stark.
"Forget that you are paying for my services, think of me as one of your school crush." Peony looked at him; she had lovely brown eyes, amazing lips, a beautiful heartshaped face framed with blond hair. She leaned close to him and took Stark lips with her. Her tongue came into his mouth and tangled with his tongue. Not knowing what to do, Stark put his hands on her breast and Peony moaned in his mouth. The kiss then got franctic, biting, liking, teeth all seducing him and taking his mouth.
Stark couldn't believe it. Nervously he start to take off the button on her shirt, he wanted to touch to soft and supple breast. He wanted to take those buds in his mouth to touch her soft alabaster. He wanted her so badly, so badly that he never thought it could happen.
She came closer to him, she smelled like peonies with a dash of powder. Funnilly enough, her name was Peony...or that was what she told him when she got in his hotel room. She took his face in her hands, stroking his too long hair, her thumb skimming his lips. "You're so gorgeous, she said, why did you need to hire me?" Stark couldn't answer her. He was really popular in high school, was the leading man in every play and musical, had a great circle of friend but he was afraid of girls. Actually, girls saw Stark as the cute guy friend with whom you watch TV and listen to music, not the sexy guy for hot hot sex. Of course he did fool around with girls: he still remembered the time he tried to grab Amy's boobs while kissing her and it ended with a blackeye and a broken heart for Stark.
"Forget that you are paying for my services, think of me as one of your school crush." Peony looked at him; she had lovely brown eyes, amazing lips, a beautiful heartshaped face framed with blond hair. She leaned close to him and took Stark lips with her. Her tongue came into his mouth and tangled with his tongue. Not knowing what to do, Stark put his hands on her breast and Peony moaned in his mouth. The kiss then got franctic, biting, liking, teeth all seducing him and taking his mouth.
Stark couldn't believe it. Nervously he start to take off the button on her shirt, he wanted to touch to soft and supple breast. He wanted to take those buds in his mouth to touch her soft alabaster. He wanted her so badly, so badly that he never thought it could happen.
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