Istanbul luxury escort girl is having fleshy love on a mountain covered with snow
How is it possible to have hot sun and an icy & snowy surface of the mountain at the same time? Seems like in Switzerland, where Istanbul escort English came to a vacation with her new boyfriend, everything was possible. She, an Istanbul luxury escort girl, was skiing today together with tens of other peoples on the track that included flatlands, forests, hills – well, pretty much just like the ordinary outdoor track. The day was very sunny and cloudless. The sun lit on them, making nearly all skiers take away a lot of their apparel – she saw people around dressed only in light sweaters or even in T-shirts. The snow was not melting but it was slowly turning into sludge – as there was no wind, too, which would prevent it from turning from a hard substance into that. Sparkles of slight thawing were everywhere and her mood now was amazing.
Istanbul escort English girl was joined by her boyfriend at the mountaintop and they went downhill in two. By that time as she was waiting for him from the elevator, she already got lost her jacket and sweater, now standing in a light T-shirt without a bra, which made her breasts’ contours look through it. Jacket and sweater were hanging on her waist.
Top escort Istanbul girl is telling a sad story with happy end
Unlike many super-positive and cloudlessly-arousing stories that you read on this site, my story is sad. It has a happy ending, though – but not the one that you might have expected.
I originate from Croatia. I slept with one guy for money in my 18. I don’t know how but my parents discovered it in several weeks and expelled me from home after a large fight. They told me that I could go anywhere but returning home. Thus, I was thrown out on the street in the midst of a winter nearly without money, only having received two large bags of my belongings from my parents (I’ve heard years later that since then, they never entered my room and even nailed the door to it with timber boards so nobody could even enter there – as if expelling the memory about me from their minds and hearts physically).
The first night I spent in a local hostel – as I had only about 20 dollars on hands, I paid for this night with a blowjob to the guy in the hostel so he let me stay. For another night, we agreed on 1 regular sex (although he wanted two). (From my current position of top escort Istanbul girl, which earns tens of thousands of dollars each month, two sexual acts to a guy would cost today much more – and he’d pay me, not gained, as back then.)