Comms: easy, call to agency, arranged time, text confirmation in minutes. £200.
External Link/Members OnlyExcitement level: through the fucking roof - the photos are of a sex bomb who was bound to deliver the most awesome service and the reviews on Max's site are stellar, included comments like: "Met Arianna last week, it was a truly memorable experience" "possibly the most gorgeous girl I have ever had sex with" "I have rarely met such a beautiful woman in my life" "Truly stunning young Italian girl and a delight to spend time with"
I love Italy and Italians for their passion for life, style and the fact that they put 100% into everything, Arianna was a major letdown. It is her in the photos but the person that did them must be the Leonardo Da Vinci of photoshoppers because she looks much, much plainer and paler in the flesh, not the Southern European siren depicted, not by a long chalk.
The venue: Nell Gwynn House, the upmarket smaller sister of ten floors of whores over the road, serviceable three room apartment.
She is a size 10 with biggish, soft fake tits, smooth skin, a big arse, shaven pussy and a belly. Brown eyes and hair which smelt of food, perhaps if she spent less time in restaurants and more taking care of paying customers she would deliver a better service and be less of a porker. Body is flabby, skin is soft, no tattoos or piercings and the engagement level of a checkout girl at closing time in Aldi.
I stayed because in the bra and thong and heels she greeted me in she looked good, she left me in the lunge to undress, I found her lying on the bed seductively, pouting, it was the worst acting I'd seen since the heyday of Crossroads.
We indulged (I use the term loosely) in lacklustre light kissing with minimal use of tongues, her lips are a little dry, I undressed her and felt her as she lay there, I pointed to my impressively erect cock (not boasting, impressive because he'd got himself erect with fuck all help from her), she stroked him and positioned herself to give me a sideways blowjob with far too little penetration and far too much hand, so I told her to get between my legs and offered her my cock and balls while holding her wanking hand away and positioning her mouth to take care of balls, shaft and head, she did until I let her hand go and she reverted to type!
I said, I'm ready, have you got a condom? She rubbered me up and rode me in cowgirl with all the enthusiasm of a stroppy teenager at homework time, I flipped her to missionary and smashed her hard which got me to the point of no return so I straddled her face and filled her mouth with my muck. The sounds coming from the bathroom shortly thereafter indicated strongly that the advertised swallow either didn't happen or she's got bronchitis.
She return with what approached a smile but didn't quite get there and lay beside me for a bout of awkward chat and attempted groping by me while she positioned her body so only tits and arse were accessible, fucking glorious!
I got her back to work for more of her amateur hour blowjob allied to rapid hand movement which surprisingly got me going again and she put on another rubber and jumped on in disinterested cowgirl. I almost said would you like to go into reverse cowgirl so you can watch the telly but stopped myself.
A Bruno Mars video came on which got me excited so I asked her to get on her knees, which she did, sucking me off, using one hand for warp speed wanking again and the other to cover her eyes, I promised not to shoot in them.
Her attempts to bring me off again were about as effective as Hillary Clinton's to be likeable so I asked for some oil, a seasoned punters best friend in these circumstances.
She waddled off to the bathroom and returned with some chocolate scented baby oil which I used to lavishly cover her body and legs and my dick and balls. What followed was a farcical ten minutes as she knelt, wanked me off, lay on the bed trying and failing to look seductive as I wanked off and finally I got on her back playing with her tits and pussy, legs akimbo as I stood between and with an Olympian final effort managed to shoot a second load which spattered her from pubic bone to face.
Then someone came into the apartment and said, loudly "I'm here to replace the washing machine" and I spotted a hairy arsed workman with a trolley and the concierge walking past the bedroom door!
She slams it shut, sticks on a robe and leaves me stinking like Willy fucking Wonka while she deals with them.
After a few minutes they leave and I shower off the rancid stench of cheap chocolate while she keeps lookout and brings my clothes from the living room to the bedroom. I get back into the bedroom as the men return, I dress rapidly and she opens the bedroom and front doors, checks the coast is clear and I scoot off without a backward glance.
What a fucking disaster of a day!
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