Still looking for those elusive, wonderful Thai girls of yesteryear I was tempted by Ann:
External Link/Members OnlyMore than 100 good reports, several good reviews. Pics look nice (face hidden) and price reasonable ( £80 FS for 30 mins ). Called yesterday and booked, she was friendly on the phone and had better than average English. I was really looking forward to a morning appointment before getting down to work today. I texted as asked at 9am to confirm. Ann txted back the address and a request: could I bring some sugar? At first I thought this might be a bit of sexy banter (pour some sugar on it , honey) but she really
was asking me to run an errand. Sounded quite charming and upped even further my optimism. I arrived at her Marylebone apartment and she answered the door herself.
As we entered her tiny room, the light enabled me to see Ann properly for the first time. Pretty face, petite, figure looked good in a short black dress. Handed over the wages and asked her if she could wear some stockings and suspenders I brought. I got my first hint at that point that this may go downhill. Ann asked if they were new: not actually, but worn only once and in immaculate condition, so I said ‘yes’ and she agreed to wear them. Quick visit to bathroom while she donned the lingerie.
When I returned to the room ‘wow’, though my luck as in. 5 ft nothing, slim, curvy with a large paid of C cup or larger enhanced knockers: I love ‘em so a perfect female body type for me. Sadly, small things started to go wrong at that point. No, she did not have any shoes so the nylons were spoiled a bit by feet in flip-flops. No kissing, not even a peck. Held her from behind, nudged the old todger against a very sexy backside, reached around and grabbed those irresistible tits in each hand. Very nice, but, no push back, no noises, no nothing, she was a pretty, smiling doll but with no other response. Turned her around and sat down on the bed, perfect height to suck those nipples, again, very nice but she was completely inanimate. She invited me to lie down and I did, she quickly put on the rubber and gave me nice, if not outstanding covered BJ. I could tell that she was not going to get any more responsive or even simply sensual, so when she started to mount me I did not resist. Nice, tightish pussy, I grabbed a boob in each hand while she bounced up and down, clearly trying to bring me off as quickly as possible. After five minutes I asked her for doggy, slid into her nicely, took a grip on her suspender straps and started to thrust away. Sometimes in these situations with an unresponsive but pretty girl I can make the most of it, sliding in and out until pumping out a satisfactory load, but this girl was so wooden that my mind started to drift off, and, instead of building towards a climax I could feel that I was going to go soft. Wanting to finish better than that, I asked her to turn over figuring that in mish I could squeeze her nyloned legs together tightly enough to ease a load out of my still erect prick. Unfortunately, Ann saw that the rubber contained a little ‘pre-cum’ and announced that as I’d cum, the session was over, only one pop for £80. I most assuredly had not cum, but, honestly , I was deflating now anyway due to her attitude. We both dressed. ‘Are you happy?’ she said. ‘It was not what I was expecting’ I replied. She repeated ‘ you came already’. She did not get it. I left.
Biggest disappointment of 2017. Very pretty girl, in her seamed stockings and suspenders, top-heavy with a big pair of breasts on a five-foot frame, this is the type of girl who gives me an instant hard-on which normally ends with me blasting a relieving load into mouth or pussy. I got neither. Pity. I cannot recommend her. Three months training with Aisha of Invasionescorts could turn her into something irresistible. Performance, however, so flat that I probably would have had a better time if I’d just wanked off looking at her amazing body.
