External Link/Members OnlyWithout a doubt the worst punt of my life... There were so many signs... No reviews, reasonable price... Completely absent from UKP.
However what made my mind up was that the photos seemed genuine, the verification picture tallied up and initial comms were decent. (although I now know why... We'll come to that shortly...)
So, the meet. I called initially and asked for half an hour. I then text to confirm an hour before. I asked she wore a dress and asked for a half hour meet - as I do with all TOFT punts. She agrees to the dress and half hour and the dress. I get to the street at the agreed time and text. House number comes straight back.
I was left on the street for around 5 minutes... This is a main road into Coventry City Centre. Nevermind I'm sure, based on the pictures, it's worth it.
Nope! She comes to the door as another fella arrives who swiftly heads to the kitchen... Awkward... There are a bunch of of WGs wandering around. Kristal99 was simply in a pink dressing gown with no underwear. Not quite what I'd expected but you can't win em all.
Onto appearance. She's definitely the girl in the picture. The tattoos match. Only the tattoos and hair match. Her face is fairly pretty but she's much larger than those shown and her boobs are much smaller.
Paperwork sorted and I'm commanded to undress. Not in an erotic naughty man way but in a "I've got to unblock the drain, open the cupboard" way.
Dressing gown off, condom on, straight to the oral with no option of OWO. reasonable skills considering the lack of human connection felt so far. Gets bored, sits bolt upright, commences hand job in the form of milking a cow on its back. Gets bored, pulls up my arm "OK, this now". I climb on.
Now, if a girl isn't really responding, I tend to try and change what I'm doing in order to hopefully please her. You've got to give to get, right? Well she was not playing. Anything and everything. Just a few mphs and humphs. Not even a grind of the hip. Finally I gave up and asked for cowgirl. Literally shouted at. "NO... NO WAY!"... Perhaps doggy? Phew... Doggy is fine. So again, I go at it like a dog up a sofa. After a short while... POP. Before I've finished, she's off, dressing gown on and talking to another punter on the phone whilst handing me the tissues.
I sort myself out, and continue to lie on the bed. Maybe this is where we talk and I experience some form of humanity. Nope.
"Get dressed, we're finished now"... That's 15 minutes. 15 minutes. 15 minutes. £60... I've not even got soft before I'm hurled onto the street. Not even a goodbye. Or a hello for that matter.
It's as if someone has designed the polar opposite experience to Emily@20.
Avoid people. Avoid. Horrible experience. I should've seen it a million miles away. Is there anyone left in Cov? Seriously?!