The premise was loud and crowded. The clocks were going to ring out 12 o’clock, symbolizing New Year, but she was still searching for a partner to kiss with during this time. The mansion was filled with people of different ages and skin colors as if it hosted a party of workers of Google or SpaceX companies gathered to celebrate another year. She didn’t know whether it was true but she was here, with a glass of quality wine in a hand, and a bottle of it in another hand, being in a quarrel with her boyfriend just several hours ago, before they had to visit this event. The reason did not matter, they’ve quarreled as long as she was in these relations, so now she was definitely considering to abandon him once and for all – just as soon as she returns from this party house.
The wine or the desire to get separated with her disgusted boyfriend led her to the realization of the fact that soon, there’ll be 12 o’clock and she must finally find someone to kiss with. That guy over here seemed her nice one and in this moment, she felt for the first time as an Izmir girl running to hers new client. Although, there was no money tied in such desire, so the feeling passed by fluently, shortly after its arrival.
The guy was already chatting to some girl, so she caught him at the bar where a guy went for the refreshments. Caught and hanged on his neck, not willing to let go, pretending as if she was really drunk. The conversation started, of course, and soon, a fellow forgot about his previous chatting subject.
Click – the first strike of the clock began to be heard on TV and inside a house, though somewhat unsynchronized. She suddenly kissed him in lips with the clock’s first sounds. His lips were smooth and warm. In close appearance, he smelled with cinnamon, aftershave, and cozy home. She liked that bouquet. Her heart started to beat faster and hollower.
The clock stopped doing its sounds for a minute ago, but they were still kissing. A man liked her smell too. She smelled like wine, roses, and purity, not as some of Escort Izmir pussycats smell. They all wear the finest fragrance either, but it may be considered too luscious and saccharine, which is not always a good thing. Finally, she discontinued their kissing and dragged him to upstairs, where usually bedrooms are located. At least, this house had a standard planning and she guessed it right – the first door they clanked was a bedroom. Not turning on the lights, they got undressed, not forgetting to kiss and in a minute, they were almost completely nude – she left her bra on, while he left his left sock. The bed took them with light squeaking and when he was putting on a condom, she caressed his chest, free from hair – she loved that circumstance too. He was ready and so she was too, that’s why she was able to sit on his Willie without delay – the natural and condom’s greases and arousal did their job well. He was hard and felt well inside of her – that’s exactly what she wanted at this moment. The desire to break up with a boyfriend, drinking state and life problems faded away to the background – as she was completely immersed in her sensual lustful desire. At this moment, she felt as an Izmir girl for the second time. She loved that idea, and it made her even hornier. The pace increased naturally and she controlled it at 100%, so the delight was great. They fit together sexually just fine – his size was right for her cavity and the circumference too. The guy was silent and allowed her to immerse in her thoughts deeply, to see the bright rejuvenating orgasm with the internal look first, as a vivid pink light, and then – to feel it in her belly, chest, and legs, accumulating the gorgeous feelings inside her stomach and labia eventually. The guy was pretty tensed too in this time and she felt a jet of something warm inside, not hot, just warm, and that was a great ending to an evening. She felt now as an Izmir girl for the third time.