This is the story of the the time I had a tongue in my prostate.
I met Kyla at a dance club in Bucharest. We hit it off and ended up back at her place. She was slim, about 170 cm tall, jet black hair, and had on a tight black dress. She had full lips, soft skin, and brown eyes. Her apartment was in a very old building, at least several hundred years, but was beautiful with large spaces and high ceilings. Despite its age it was fully modernized and quite luxurious.
She was quick to kiss me as soon as the door shut behind us. The intensity caught me off guard as her tongue explored my mouth urgently. In the embrace we groped like a couple of teenagers and I was lead quickly to her bedroom.
Now just in her panties my eyes were treated to two spectacular breasts being highlighted by the ambient lighting. As she pulled me closer she reached into my pants and started stroking my already hard cock. She whispered to me that she wanted to put it in her mouth and proceeded to fully undress me until I was standing there naked with her kneeling in front of me.