This girl has had a couple of AW profiles, including:
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External Link/Members OnlyShe does not appear to be active at the moment, or at least not advertising. I saw her a month or two ago in Bacup, when she told me she was deactivating her AW profile and would only carry on seeing her "plentiful regulars" for now. I was soon left wondering who on earth those regulars might be, but I'm getting ahead of myself...
Arranging the meeting was easy enough, although she did send me the same annoying text 10 minutes before arrival as she did to
another forum member, about being out of condoms. This should perhaps have made me cancel but I'd already driven 95% of the way to the middle of nowhere so decided to bite the bullet and see if I could find a Boots in town or something. I did indeed, after parking my car, walking past her building and spotting two women on the balcony and thinking one of them would be her. I didn't get a good chance to look at her, but she was clearly smoking. Also, the whole vibe I was getting from Bacup was rough and unpleasant, so again maybe I could have cut my losses and left.
Anyway, small box of Durex in my pocket I made my way back to find that sure enough the girl I thought was Marie-Aria was indeed her. She looked pleasant enough, with some undeniable natural beauty to her, and she was really friendly as well. Her photos, which I am stealing from other posts on here, are all genuine, though I would say they were probably taken about 3 years ago:
Hidden Image/Members OnlyHidden Image/Members OnlyHidden Image/Members OnlyHidden Image/Members OnlyHidden Image/Members OnlyAlas, she was wearing no make-up of any sort on the day ("Too hot for that... sorry!"), so sort of looked like a girl at Glastonbury, 3 days into the festival. The Glasto impression was strengthened by the smell of smoke on her breath and in her hair, whilst her flat was in the same sort of state tents usually are at festivals after the first night. It wasn't just the stuff lying around, but most of all the stench.
OMFG, the stench...
Anyway, I heard myself agreeing to half an hour for £70, and we got started. She used her hands to get me hard and then stripped off. Her boobs are quite good in size, definitely natural but not the firmest. There wasn't any kissing to speak of, as her breath turned me off almost as much as the rank smell of the sheets, the room and the flat. She gave me some OK covered oral, but when I decided to try and move on to mish I quickly realised that this would not go down into NW punting history as my, or rather my cock's, finest hour... The smell of the place had become so much that I simply lost my erection. I know, pathetic, but true.
I salvaged what was left to be salvaged by asking her to masturbate while I did the same. Miracles clearly do exist, as my hypochondriac member was magicked back to life.
I warned her that due to her posture, leaning back, my cum might not only hit her boobs but the sheets as well. "Ah, just do it", came the reply. I wasn't surprised.
I cleaned myself up as best I could without trying to use the Dickensian-looking shower, said my goodbye and vowed never, ever to subject myself to such an ordeal again. The irony is that if this girl would sort out her accommodation, preparation, hygiene and presentation, with her looks and friendliness her reviews could be really positive. But when I saw her she hadn't, and so this review most definitely isn't.