External Link/Members OnlyI am getting to that point in my punting career where I need increasingly degenerate sexual partners to get my rocks off. Don’t get me wrong – I still like a good GFE, but when I have the horn its got to be slutty and transgressive. This is where I chanced upon the distinguished Ms Tolley of baseball-bat-up-the-bum-while-being-gangbanged notoriety:
External Link/Members OnlyShe was in London, tattooed, milfy, plastic boobs, AND has that sexy scouse accent to boot. This had to be done. Dialled the magic number, brief and pleasant text exchange and I was off to a West End hotel that shall remain nameless. Room number given, squeezed into the lift with a bunch of exhausted Spanish tourists burnt out from crimbo shopping, down the corridor, knock knock, whose there? Me, a hopeless degenerate with a wedge and a scrotum packed with not-so-sweet schlong syrup.
Fuck sake she looked horny as fuck in a fishnet one piece and some fetching orange PVC ankle boots. She was chatty, very scouse, very horny, very milf. I had carefully negotiated a nosh only congress for £100, which I handed over unprompted as she lay draped over the hotel bed. I love the demeanour of experienced, sexually confident, batter hardened prostitutes. As I washed my weiner in the sink, I was already hard and cracked, returning to upgrade to 30 minutes for £150. This was so I could take advantage of more of her extensive service list. However, I had left my Louisville slugger at the ball park so unfortunately there would be no phallic sporting goods finding unexpected uses up her back passage. Shame.
She came out swinning – loads of dirty talk (fuck she does this so well, telling me how she had spent all day getting her love box smashed in), sloppy tongue kissing as she masterfully stroked my balls as I groped her enhanced, tattooed frame. This was dirty. She told me to lay back and enjoy her oral skills, which I must say are fucking exceptional:
External Link/Members OnlyI lay back and she went to work. I complimented her – telling her that it always surprises me the amount of working girls that cant suck cock. There was no rush she was happy to oblige to any requests and she rotated between slow, sensual head and using her throat as a vagina and nearly brought me off to a throat pie several times. Her invitation, in a dirty scouse accent, to “smash that pussy in” was too good to decline. She put the jacket on and offered me access to her body in any position I wanted, I opted for missionary so I could kiss her enhanced cock sucking lips and listen to her egg me on and tell me how she had been shagged that day.
I wanted to finish with the nosh, and she obliged no problem. As I was getting close I was feeling almost deranged with desire and told her to put that pussy on my face, which I lapped away at as she topped me off to an explosive completing - a home run, a real bell ringer.
Only slight downside of the punt was that she didn’t lap it up and eat my man muck. She offered me an actual towel to clean up and we lay around shooting the shit and she did not rush me out the door. Not a clock watcher.
Summing up, shes not cheap but shes dam good. She told me she has been whoring for years and to be there is nothing more erotic than a confident, competent and accomplished tart who can expertly work a mans body. I would return, and will continue wanking furiously over her back catalogue of gangbangs between Yankie games.
