My name is Natane (pronounced Na-tawney) Marie and I would like to personally thank you for your interest in me! I am a very unique entertainer/ companion. I am an exotic mix of American Indian and Irish. I have long natural dark brunette hair and rare blue eyes. I am 5’3, 123 lbs with no tattoos. I have a small frame with very perky full B cup chest a small waist which leads down to curvaceous hips and my infamous derriere that I am so well known for and strong thighs! I am well spoken capable of carrying an intelligent conversation and love to talk about many things! My many stellar reviews and excellent reputation reinforces my words. I am now available on webcam, text, or phone sessions as well as in person encounters. I also sell sexy merchandise and you will soon be able to purchase items right here on my site! You can also find me on my Facebook page Natane Marie Fan Page, Twitter Natane Marie Twitter, Instagram Natane Marie Instagram, Google+, Youtube, Niteflirt and Chaturbate! I encourage you to read my websites entirely to learn about available merchandise, services and announcements as to when I will be interacting on each site as well as availability to schedule an encounter! Please indulge in my photo gallery! Many new photos will be rolling out very soon! ~Natane Marie~
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*Disrobing one another was a deliciously slow process interrupted by deep kisses, by touching and stroking, by sweet words and shared smiles. Naked, we lay entwined on the bed, fondling one another and talking. We talked about unfulfilled sexual fantasies. Natane had her hand between my legs as she kissed my cheek and neck and whispered into my ear. We talked about making our erotic dreams come true. I rolled over, straddling her on all fours as I licked and kissed my way down her body, adoring each breast and her ribcage and belly. I tongued her belly button jewelry and found myself at her already wet, smoothly shaven mound, and I slid my hands beneath her amazing ass. Natane’s derriere is one of her physical blessings–more than a bubble butt, Natane’s bottom is firmly curved and just so, so sexy. I squeezed those delightful cheeks and flicked my tongue over her shiny, wet, lower lips. She moved sensually, making soft, sexy sounds. I looked up the lovely topography of her body to her breasts that she was cupping and squeezing. I spent a long time between her legs, and as my movements increased in intensity so did her responses. She squeezed my head with her thighs, she arched her back, she became increasingly vocal, bucking and encouraging me with both her body and her words. I don’t like fake moaning nor fake, big O’s–Natane’s enjoyment of my ministrations was convincingly genuine. We were in harmony, joining at the intersection of give and take. Her juices flowed. In the lovely aftermath of subsiding breath, I took my time working my way back up her body. Again we kissed–she wanted the taste of herself from my lips and tongue–then we cuddled intensely. Natane talked sizzlingly about what what we were yet to do together. She took me in her mouth, and I can’t remember being so totally made love to by a woman’s lips, tongue, mouth and hands. She took me from her lips to her throat while her fingers stroked me below and squeezed and slid with her lips. No longer young and quick to finish, I had the prolonged pleasure of Natane’s pleasurings. Eventually, I drew her back up my body, and we kissed passionately.
Natane was better prepared than the best Boy Scout. She had condoms of every size and color and flavor, as well as female condoms that I had wanted to try. She told me how she had to hold the female condom in place and hoped I would not mind if her fingers strayed while she had her hand down there. Believe me, I did not object to that prospect. I was glad she brought such a bounty of protection, and, again, glad that I am so slow to finish. I’ve been with providers who seemed to grow impatient with my long lasting enjoyment of different positions–the gamut from missionary to doggy–but Natane was definitely in no hurry the evening I shared with her.
Between bouts of all our activities, we paused to sip wine and exchange sexy talk and deep kisses and amazing touches. When I filled in the form above, I listed the donation and the amount of time Natane and I had agreed upon, but she generously gave me much more time in her company. When I mentioned that I was well past my hour with her, she told me not to even think about time. “I wouldn’t still be here,” she said, “If I weren’t enjoying myself.” Some time later, Natane spread my legs and got comfortable there, up on her elbows to look directly into my face while stroked me with one hand, foldled me below with the other, and used her lips and tongue to tease and please. When she paused for air, she told me in detail things she wanted to do to and with me, her intense fantasizing amplifying the physical pleasure she was giving me. When her story, and I, reached a climax, she smiled radiantly and ran her tongue up and down to capture every drop. I watched that amazing ass sway as she walked slightly on her tip toes to the bathroom. When she returned, I watched her perky breasts and the sway of her naval jewels and her glossy, smooth V between her perfect thighs.
Natane handed me a washcloth she’d run under hot water and squeezed out. To my surprise, instead of dressing, she slid back into the bed. We cuddled, talked, kissed softly, and I gazed down at the lovely woman warm and naked against me. She finally rose and dressed, doing so in and for my view–almost as erotic as watching her undress had been. Naked, I walked her to the door and we embraced and kissed not “goodbye” but “until next time.”
In the best ways possible, Natane is a full-grown woman, not a giggly babe who keeps her emotional distance. Very naughty, and very nice, Natane was more fully with me than any provider I’ve ever met. To say she is not a clock watcher doesn’t begin to describe how she was so much into the moment(s) that our encounter became timeless. I had to remind her to take the envelope that still lay, untouched, on the dresser. If I lived anywhere in Kentucky, Natane would be the only provider I would see from now on. I’ll find reasons to make the journey to her as often as possible. Her beauty is beyond cheerleader or beauty queen or porn star kind of superficial perfection. She is thoroughly real. More than giving me “the girlfriend experience,” Natane was, for one evening (and I’ll make sure it won’t be the only evening), the girlfriend I always fantasized about having.