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I offer mobile massage service in London. External Link/Members OnlyThere's a photo of her on WA via that number, and she sent me another one showcasing her figure on request. Not sure about the rules of posting them here, so won't do so until a veteran advises me. Also, should I post her number?
We agreed an hour of nude B2B, plus mutual massage, happy ending and kissing, at my flat for £110. That seemed a decent price for an outcall.
Karolina was almost 90 minutes late, and barely kept me updated, so that was a mark against. She was a few pounds heavier than her photo (possibly breathing in) indicated, and perhaps a few years older, but pretty enough in a fierce, Ukrainian way. She asked me to put her bottle of baby oil inside a bowl of freshly-boiled water, and quickly stripped off. Small but firm tits, a bit of a belly, shaved pussy, no marks on skin save a small mole beside her bum.
The massage, quickly sensual at my request, was oily and inventive. Not dissimilar to Irina's (of Earl's Court these days) fame; and indeed the two aren't poles apart in looks: Irina is a bit less toned, but also prettier facially in my book. But I digress; the similarity came in Karolina's energetic writhing and grinding, which included deliberately running her nipples through my bum CC swipe-style, and nudging her nose up my back and ears while breathing in. Soon enough she was riding my finger, inserted deep inside her, and vigorously wanking me off from behind in FDM. Alas, things then deteriorated as she refused to offer kissing on the turn — she blamed it on my beard and moustache, saying men with those give her a rash; my bullshitometer was shrieking — and that rather soured the mood. We continued but I got bored and felt irritated, so I called a halt with ten to go. I said I'd only pay her £90 given the reduced service and, after a little aggro, this was quite quickly accepted. I liked that, at least; she is agreeably affable.
I also had the vibe throughout that she was equally invested in her pleasure, if not more so, than mine. At one point she was just riding my thigh, going wild, but doing zilch to my jolly todger. In a way it was arousing but, hello, I'm the paying customer!
So, in short, a mixed bag.
