External Link/Members OnlyThis was a proper, proper dodgy old skool punt in a crack den style set up deep in the hood. The type of punt which is a very stark and sordid confrontation with the baseness of this game. No courtesan illusions here.
An urban area where people know to mind their own business but as mentioned by others, the location isn't discreet at all and anyone who knows what's what will know what's going on. It's a conveyer belt operation and I witnessed another man go in and out within 10 mins before my slot. There were certainly others present on site, at least one other girl working in the room next to her I believe, and probably a maid or pimp (or whoever was handling texts - Valentina speaks next to no English). She obviously is moving around though and seems to switch location every few weeks.
The room was small, stuffy, dimly lit and told the story of its occupant. Sparse yet messy, strewn with clothes, lube, wipes and condoms. A half eaten pack of crackers and a open bible lay on a table. The bed was unmade with tired, fluid stained sheets that made me glad for the poor lighting. What am I doing here...?
Ah yes, that ass. But here in the flesh, the object of my fascination wasn't that attractive at all really - so obviously fake, like an ass on top of an ass, it hung very unnaturally from her rear. Facially, the Ancelotti resemblance wasn't as bad as feared. But my £60 was already long gone, passed through a crack in the door to an accomplice, so there was no backing out anyway.
Made slightly uneasy by everything up to that point, she seemed to sense my distracted mind and returned a slightly rushed and ill-tempered demeanour. The condom was hurriedly applied and a mechanical blow job followed for all of 2 minutes. She then gestured for me to lay down and mounted me in reverse CG. Lots of lube applied but none of the issues others have apparently had. Here she rocked and rode back and forth while I watched in a mirror to the side of the bed. Probably the slight redeeming moment of the punt as I gazed at the rippling fat in her constructed ass.
She seemed mildly suprised when 5-10 minutes of her ass thrusting wasn't too much for me. She fake moaned as we instead moved through a few positions, her eyes closed throughout, then eventually huffed and puffed slightly as it became apparent I might actually use the full time booked. There was no sensuality or any attempt to be sexy - it was about getting the job done. With much concentration I eventually manged to force a finish in the bag. She was nice enough at the end.
Showered as soon as I got home. Why do we do it to ourselves?
Topic: Valentina big ass - Loughborough Junction (Read 510 times)
