Elena, the story of a great fuck

I meet her one evening, an appointment studied and wanted for some time. I asked her to dress appropriately. The dress betrayed what was promised: 6 ^ of breast. Imposing buttocks. Round belly … It was her: Elena. Ice-eyed redhead. 170 of elegance and poise. Persuasive voice. And a damned sense of eroticism that kidnapped attention badly concealed by my ostentatious oratory / calmness.
Intrigued by that freckled skin: unusually…