You step in. I am waiting — Vibha, 24 year housewife escort, your married slut — hair messy, tits out, legs spread, and two fingers deep inside my soaking pussy. I stare at you straight in the eyes and whisper while groaning, “Please, close the door and make me feel as if you are making love to me.”

You grab me. Rip my blouse. My nipples are already erect — yearning for your mouth and teeth. He sucks them, bites them, and I scream. And then you toss me onto the bed and start fucking me without any warm-up; you don’t hold back. I gasp. You pound harder. Their naked flesh hitting mine, the wet sounds of my pussy, my pleasure screaming through the room — it’s music to my ears.

I claw the sheets. You choke me. “Fucking use me,” I beg. I need you to penetrate me anally without any protection for me. I moan I wet, I gnaw on the pillow, and I shout as you demolish me from behind. I am sweating and wet from both my holes, but you are not finished with me yet.

You fuck my mouth like a throat was made for fucking only cock. I choke, cry, sputter, and cum on my face. I look up, filthy, wrecked — and still desiring more.
I don’t want soft. I want savage. I want you to rip me, pull me, make me soaked, slutted, screwed until I can’t draw breath.

I am Vibha, the dirty housewife escort girl – and I am not here just to fuck. I want to be destroyed.

Book me. Bring your filth. Leave your mercy at home.