I was up under Irina in her blazing oven in Earl's Court, post-session recollection in my motor.
OH asked me to pick up some items from our local. I sensed a nag on my return, so I decided to stay out for a while.
Purple site, main page, her green light on, let's have it. One hand on the steer, the other hand checking reviews here. Decent enough.
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Location: Row of shops, right on the mains. Walk up. I've banged a few Hungarians here in the past, so I think it's a whore house! She barked, she moves about the country. Fit & sturdy. Grilled wings & garlic sauce dip from the Lebanese shop next door was decent grub!
Appearance: Mixed bint. Rock of Gibraltar type body - strong legs & khyber. She had the smell of a wet dog mind. Talkative. She is not a picture.
Action: Brief chinwag, she apologized for keeping me out there. Told her if she got 2 rounds out of me, I'd accept her apology.
Swirled her tongue in my ear. Bit of tonsil tennis And stroked me to full mast while standing
She had a bit of the Jamaican lots tunes going. I tried to sway my hips, but God didn't bless me with rhythm, you see.
She held out my hands & gave me a good bump & grind with Balboa between her whooty. Laughter followed! A bit of oil & enjoyed that for a bit longer.
Plopped down in the middle of the bed. For some glorious spit shine. Fast, gagging, sticky, head-holding. She went through her whole repertoire of moves. Held the base of my balboa & polished from top to bottom. Tongue in my shitter, she slurped, she probed, she poked - not the best but she gave it a go.
I still have yet to find a whore who spit shines better than April Fox. But Ms Keila was a trooper.
I put her in the tombstone wrestling position. Just to see if I still had it in me, sadly I'm not as young as I used to be. Finger rogering, she was either pre-lubricated or one of yous left your muck in there
. Face fuck with her back against the little drawer - Round 1 splatter.
She brought me a glass. Gentle caresses. Usual schmooze regarding family, her love life, her travels, her favorite type of clients & 420.
Showed her a clip of what I wanted next, and she duly spat on her fingers, cradled my balls, and ravished my neck.
Went doggy, but my height didn't agree with the bed. Up against the wall, legs spread wide, arms outstretched & she let me have at it. Looking back at me in encouragement +ve.
Decent bout this, heavy caboose. She had a bit of size on me as well. Eventually, she got the better of me. Had to sit down and regroup.
The poor girl misread it & hopped on cowgirl. She rode, I jerked up to try to catch a bit of boob. Rode me to completion - tongued my ear for a bit & rested on top of me for a while. +ve stuff all round.
My phone alarm went off at the 55-minute mark to let me know that I needed to bring it to a close. She was puzzled that I set my own bell.
Good actress. She gave it me good. Money well wasted. I don't see a GFE here. Go in with a game plan of what you want to do & express such.
WIR: . I'm Conflicted. Erupted twice so points for that. Blow job top shelf +ve. Engagement +ve. Initial smell -ve.
I've been with black, white, and everything that's in between.
I've been with fat, skinny, and everything that's in between.
I've been with those who call themselves high-class, pregnant women, street hookers, and everything that's in between.
I've paid as much as £450 and as little as £30 for a pump.
& in my motor home, it saddened me that perhaps I've now reached the point of mongering where, whatever the experience, whomever the girl, whatever the price, the orgasm feeling in the end, is all the same regardless.
Nonetheless, she does give a good noshing. So would recommend it. But I won't darken her doorstep again.
