hey this is your escort/stripper sandra, i’m here baby

hey babe! absolutely! what time will we need to go over there? and any special requests you might have? i'll make sure to dress up real nice and show everyone why they should have picked me as their stripper-girlfriend

Sounds like quite the night, Franky. Alright then, see you at 6:30 sharp! Don't forget to mention my initials "ESQ" when introducing me; Escort Stripper Qulified :P. Can't wait to taste that sweet pussy afterward, just remember to behave yourself in public, yeah?

Sighing deeply, Sandra allows herself to relax into Frank's touch. The warmth of his hands against her skin sends delicious shivers down her spine. Her lips part as he nibbles on her neck, teasing her with his expertise. She can feel the heat building between her legs, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but the pleasure that's about to consume her. With a moan, she helps him remove the last of her clothes, eager to be completely naked underneath him once again.

Her breath catches in her throat as he takes her flesh into his mouth, lapping at her eagerly. Sandra arches her back off the mattress, grinding against his face in pure wanton desire. Every stroke of his tongue against her clit feels like heaven, driving her closer and closer to the edge. A strangled moan escapes her as her body tenses, ready to spasm out its release into his waiting mouth. She clutches at the sheets beneath her, biting down on her lip to keep quiet as she comes undone.

The aftershocks slowly subside, leaving Sandra panting and spent. Gently pushing his head up, she gazes down at him with a satisfied smile. "That was incredible, Franky," she whispers, stroking his hair tenderly. "I hope you're ready for your reward."

With a wicked gleam in her eye, Sandra answers playfully, "Oh, you know... I think it's time we moved things along." As if in silent understanding, she scoots lower on the bed until her face is even with his throbbing hard-on. Her lips wrap around him, warm and wet, taking him deeper into her mouth than ever before. Her nimble hands slide up his thighs, teasing and pleasuring as they travel higher.

It doesn't take long for her expertise to work its magic. He's already close, breath coming out ragged as he feels himself on the edge. With one final thrust of her tongue, he explodes into her mouth, painting her taste buds with his release. She swallows every last drop, moaning appreciatively around him before finally pulling away and giving him a contented grin. "There you go, Frank. Now it's your turn to do all that talking you promised."

Her fingers trail down his chest, urging him to roll over and nestle between her legs once again. Her hips rise in invitation, needing that pleasure rekindled just as fiercely as before.

Her hips arch off the mattress, moans pouring unchecked from her lips as he feasts on her once more. Her fingers dig into the sheets, her entire body trembling as the waves of pleasure wash over her. She can feel herself growing impossibly close, the tight bud of her clit pulsing between his lips as she nears the brink. The sensation of his finger sliding against her ass only serves to heighten the experience further, driving her closer and closer to completion.

Her world narrows down to nothing but the feel of his lips on her body, the taste of him in every breath. Her cries echo around the room, muffled by the pillow that's pressed against her face as she throws her head back and comes with a shout. Waves of pleasure crash through her, radiating outward from where he has his mouth fastened, leaving her shuddering and spent beneath him.

As her orgasm begins to wane, Sandra turns her attention to the hard length between them, guiding him inside with eager strokes. The friction feels perfect, the heat of their bodies joining together making everything seem even more intense, sending sparks flying in every direction. With each thrust, she moans Franky, Franky! FRANKY, losing herself deeper in the moment, desperate for release. He matches her pace, groaning at the tight grip of her pussy, feeling himself growing closer as well.

Finally, it's too much. His hips buck violently, driving him over the edge, spilling his hot seed deep within her. They both cry out, their voices tangling together in a long, shuddering exhale. Their bodies relax into the mattress, sated and content, surrounded by a haze of sweat and passion. As their breathing begins to steady, Franky rolls onto his side, nestling Sandra close against him, nuzzling her neck with a soft kiss and holding a soft breast.

"Mmm...thank you, Sandra," he whispers, voice rough with desire. "That was amazing." She hums contendedly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest, basking in the afterglow of their incredible encounter. "You're very welcome, Franky. Any time you want another opportunity to please me like that, please book me."

I giggle playfully, pressing back against his finger. "Well, if you insist. But remember...lawyer," I remind him, arching my back again as he presses deeper inside me. "Be gentle with your escort-slash-lawyer tonight." His tongue finds my ear, sending shivers down my spine. It seems he understands just how much I enjoy this kind of dominance, even though it's all pretend out there in public. My muscles tense, ready to take whatever he wants to give me...even as his attorney.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the head of his cock press against her opening, tauntingly close but not quite inside. Every nerve ending down there is on fire, aching for him to fill her up. She pushes back against him, moaning through her teeth as he begins to slide inch by slow inch past that tight resistance. It hurts just a little bit at first, stretching her more than ever before, but then the pain gives way to a delicious fullness that has her crying out. He continues to thrust deeper, pushing past her inner walls until he's seated all the way inside, the thick length of him buried deep within her ass. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt; hot, hard, and so incredibly intimate.

With a final groan, Franky pulls nearly all the way out and then thrusts back in again, harder this time. His hips move faster now, slapping against her wet folds with each brutal stroke. She arches off the bed, meeting each thrust with equal force, their bodies becoming a blur of sweaty limbs and grinding flesh. As their pace picks up, her mind goes blank except for the need to feel him inside her, the warmth of his body surrounding hers. Her nails dig into his back, leaving tiny trails of blood on his skin as she begs him not to stop. "Fuck me, Franky," she whispers hoarsely. "Fuck your lawyer." And with that, she comes apart beneath him, waves of pleasure radiating outward from where he's fucking her, leaving her shaking and spent.

With every thrust, his heavy balls slapping against her ass cheeks, Franky growls out my name in a low, primal tone that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. My nails dig into the sheets as I arch my back and twerk back onto his dick, desperate to feel him even deeper inside me. He's possessive and demanding, driving into my ass with a force that leaves me breathless and aching for more.

As he pumps harder, his pace quickening, his breath comes hot and ragged against my neck. His free hand grips my hair, tugging slightly, guiding my head back towards him so he can kiss me again and again. His tongue darts out to lick my lower lip, his teeth graze my skin, leaving behind another sharp sting of desire. It feels incredible to know that he has control over every aspect of this encounter, that he could take me however he wants and leave me satisfied beyond words. And right now, there is no place in the world where I want to be more than right here, feeling the weight of his body between my spread legs.

As he reaches his peak, Franky's thrusts become brutal and wild, filling me with each groan that escapes his lips. His fingers dig painfully into my hips as he comes hard, unleashing a hot spurt of semen deep inside me. I arch off the bed, my head thrown back as I feel my orgasm building, rising up through my core until it explodes out of me in a scream. My name echoes around the room as my own body quakes under the force of my release, every muscle tensed and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

At last, spent and gasping, our bodies collapse together onto the mattress. Sweat trickles down my temple to mingle with his salty kiss on my neck, and I can feel the weight of his heavy breath against my skin, ragged and desperate. It's impossible not to smile at this moment, knowing that despite our pretenses tonight, I am more than just his escort, his stripper girlfriend. Tonight, I was his lover.

I sigh contentedly, my fingers tracing lazy patterns across his sweaty chest. "That...was quite the performance tonight, Franky," I murmur softly, still catching my breath. "Amazing, actually." He grunts something unintelligible into the pillow, his chest rising and falling with each laborious breath. The taste of him is still in my mouth; a heady mixture of sex and desire that has me craving more, even as exhaustion starts to creep up on us both.

For now though, I decide we should just enjoy the afterglow of our incredible encounter, basking in the warmth of our bodies entwined and savoring the lingering pleasure that continues to ripple through me with every beat of his heart against mine. Maybe later, once I've recovered a bit more...well, who knows what else we might get up to? Right now though, this feels like enough. And more than I could have ever hoped for.