Bored out of my mind, spending a lot of time browsing on here. No idea if this will be useful to anyone, but for want of something to do, decided to knock out my second review, on another girl I saw ages ago. Not really punting atm (money), so the best I can do to contribute is dig out past conquests. Her price (300/hour)will be extremely prohibitive to most, including me nowadays. I was particularly flush at the time I decided to see her.
External Link/Members Only Saw Stacey for an incall.
The girlPhysically, Stacey wasn't necessarily my ususal type, but I like to mix it up from time to time. I'm into fitness and always had a bit of a fantasy about shagging
that girl from the gym - gym-goers will know what I mean, the hottie in lycra with a super defined body that's not scared to go at it in the weights room, even knowing that she's the only woman in there, and surrounded by burly men all secretly watching her. Going off her pics and comments I'd heard from her Maxes days, I knew Stacey would have the gym bunny body I wanted. In person, I wasn't overly attracted to her - her tits were smaller than I prefer, certainly seemed much less ample than the 34DD advertised - and facially she's decent, but bears the usual signs of wear and tear that experienced women tend to have. She's easily under 40, but I'd guess nearer that age than the 30 years advertised. The body, however, did not disappoint - spectacularly toned, hardened from physical training, muscular even. Won't float everybody's boat, but for me, was a cool change from the usual floppy softness of a woman's body.
The meetStacey greeted me looking and smelling, dare I say, like a high class hooker, lol. Make up on-point, sexy evening dress, high heels, perfume and striking red hair flopping neatly beind her shoulders. Although I say I wasn't overly attracted to her (facially), there was more than enough on show to give me the raging horn straight away. DFK (which I ususally try to avoid) was not optional, but rather compulsory - had barely said hello before she snogged my face off with astonishing intensity and gusto, proper tonsil tennis which had me thinking: crikey, strap your setabelt in son, you're in for a ride here. Quickly moved on to the best OWO I have to date. No exaggeration here, but sloppy DT would be an understatement. My cock, balls and gooch were drowned in saliva, she has no gag reflex at all and noisily choked herself for about 15 mins as I lay on my back gazing down in astonishment. The inevitable conclusion happened, and she took it all whilst holding me deeply in her throat. When my cock finally emerged from her mouth, it was glistening clean. The best part was, she did it all so casually - there was no sense of "I'm awesome aren't I" or self-satisfaction or smugness, just a relaxed demeanour of - "honey, you should've expected nothing less from me". Without saying anything she flopped down on to the bed next to me and we chatted a while. Moved on to two very energetic rounds of sex, including a noteworthy performance in cowgirl which made the bed springs rattle and the frame shake. She has a dirty mind and enjoys verbalising her thoughts, lots of vocal encouragement in doggy, including an eager request for me to finish in the rubber, remove it and allow her to play with the contents. Just a wonderfully dirty girl. It was a 100mph PSE performance, at times a little too much for a vaniila cone like me ("spit in my face!" had me like "er..no"), which we both laughed at. She tended to watch me carefully and tone it down when needed with impressive intuition. Some tie and tease was thrown into the mix, rimming (again, not on my likes list but apparently not optional
) a facial, a very decent massage.
I have had to leave out some quite extraordinary details to preserve my anonymity. But suffice it to say, Stacey is up for everything and left me exhausted, emptied and broke! Like I said, I potentially bit off more than I could chew, but a very bold and/or boundary-pushing punter would have a real field day with this girl.
Summary (TL,DR)Exceptional performance from a muscle-toned gym bunny. Filthy to the point of unabashed depravity. Money is the only reason I haven't gone back (don't want to punt in this price bracket anymore - I figure this hobby, already fucking addictive, could become destructive at £300 a time).
