Considering we appear to share the same punting patch, following YidArmy’s footprints (or I daresay … cockprint!) has been good fuck-luck for me. But as I found out earlier this month, alas it couldn't last …
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External Link/Members OnlyLogistics:A phone call was received by well-spoken and personable maid. I knew from UKP reviews that Daniele had very limited English, so I knew it could not be her. We sorted out 30mins for £60, when I knew I’d be driving by in 2hrs time. Easy.
On arrival bang on time, I texted. The maid texted back to ask that I wait 10mins, as Daniele was still showering … I didn’t mind that at all, liking the fact that she was going to be minty fresh just for me! I was then phoned back by the maid, exactly 10mins later, and directed to the flat.
Location:Daniele works out of a dim-lit bedsit, above and behind a parade of high street shops. But it’s motherfucking
Mission Impossible to get there! The maid (like Simon Pegg’s
Benji Dunn) has to direct you (like Tom Cruise’s
Ethan Cunt) via your phone to your ear … down a dodgy narrow alleyway off a side road … then up a dubious wooden staircase … onto a series of flat roofs … through a front door that’s been left open … into a communal flatshare (when you’re told, “Don’t stop! Don’t speak to anyone!”) … up some stairs … and finally into Daniele’s bedsit! This ridiculous rigmarole is incredibly conspicuous … especially if you’re not a Hasidic Jew and thus are already conspicuous in the midst of this orthodox community.
Anyway, for what it’s worth, parking is free on the side road, leading up Daniele’s back alley. Stamford Hill overground station is also a brisk 5min walk way.
Looks:Daniele, I believe, is girl in photos below. I say “I believe”, because that is the cute face I kissed, those are the beautiful breasts I sucked, and that is the peachy ass I slapped … but the body overall is a tad fuller and more curvy now than these earlier images, and moreover I can’t actually recall that tattoo under her sideboob … then again, I didn't have enough time to notice!
I should mention that Daniele still wears an upper dental brace, although this doesn’t inhibit kissing. And for those that need to know, she insisted that her magnificent tits were real … they sure felt soft and supple, and I could find no scars (not that I had time to find any!) … but they are admittedly almost too perfectly shaped and positioned to be real, so who knows?
Daniele is in her early 20s, and around 5’5”. Hailing from Brazil, she speaks negligible English … so, no GFE convo to be had … just smiley two-way gesticulations!
Services:Once through the open front door, as I was still climbing up the stairs to Daniele’s bedsit, speaking to the maid on the phone, Daniele jumped out of her doorway and more or less dragged me in! Standing in bra and panties, she babbled in Portugese, highly stressed and highly strung. WTF? I got the gist that she was annoyed that she could hear me speaking on entering the flat, meaning that her non-WG flatmates could hear the same. I tried to explain that I was speaking to the maid, who kept me on the phone in order to direct me up to her bedsit. She understood, saying “I know not you! Secretary bad!” … then promptly phoned her maid, and started giving what sounded like a good rollicking! This was a weird intro … standing there in the middle of a dim room, as a pissed-off and semi-naked Brazilian cutie paced around me, shouting at another on the phone … not at all arousing! Daniele must’ve caught me looking at the door, and I was actually thinking of walking … she blocked my path, still on the phone, but signaled for me to undress. I took the bait.
I then found myself standing bollock-naked and limp … Daniele beckoned me to the bed, still in animated discussion on the phone. I lay down. She finally hung up on her chastised maid, stood before my supine body, and asked, “30 minutes?” … I nodded, and she then requested, “Money?”. Fuckin’ comedy! Got up, got the cash, got stashed. Daniele then pointed me back to lie on the bed, and un-muted the TV, allowing a Spanish music channel to fill the bedsit with noise enough to muffle our business within those thin walls.
Daniele danced her way to the bed, unbuckling her bra and dropping her panties in one fluid motion. At last! Things were looking up … and indeed my cock started looking up! She climbed onto me, straight into FK, her terrific tits lowered onto my chest. Woah, baby! Before I could enjoy deeper tonguing … it was over, within 10 seconds, as Daniele rotated around. I now found her kneeling by the side of my head, ass up … while her head was down into OWO. Yes! Sloppy … tight suction, long licks, ball play … while I fingered her pussy and asshole. As I rolled back to relax and enjoy the awesome OWO … it suddenly stopped! It had barely been a minute!
Daniele had stood up, ripped open a condom from the dresser, and whacked it down my cock, not understanding (or perhaps even ignoring) my protestations to slow down. She then jumped over to straddle me in 69 position, making me think I was in for some OW. But before I could finger her pussy above my face, she launched off and landed her pussy onto my cock! No lube … straight into reverse CG … and she went at it like a bucking bronco! Fast. I desperately gripped her hips, trying to slow her down. Furious. I was trying to stop her from causing a penile fracture … how would I ever explain that to the OH?!? But despite all that stress, she still got me to cum … but Daniele neither saw nor felt that I’d climaxed, and so remained rampant in rodeo mode … until I literally slapped her ass forward off me. Falling onto my legs, Daniele’s pussy had actually half-yanked the condom off my cock, but luckily my cum was still in the bag. Spotting my cum, Daniele seemed pleased to have made me finish so quick … she just as quickly wet-wiped me clean.
As I continued to lay there, knowing that we hadn’t even passed half-time, I was thinking how to begin post-coital chat … but Daniele was already tapping on her mobile, as she sat up by my side. I at least got to fondle her phenomenal funbags, which needed no words … except “Real?”, to which she nodded. Maybe a minute passed, and Daniele then suddenly offered, “Massage?” … Yup! I eagerly rolled over ... but then sadly endured a shitty hand massage of my back only … all drily done and drily dusted within 5mins, as Daniele rose up, to stand by her dresser, with mobile back in her hands.
I now rose up too, and sat at the edge of the bed, not knowing how to communicate, let alone carry on sexing. I plodded over to Daniele, to squeeze a soft ass cheek in one hand and cup a supple breast in the other … hoping my hands might signal my wish to go for a second pop. She smiled … turned … slipped out a towel from the dresser, and wrapped her herself in it … (sigh) … I got the signal that we were done.
I didn’t feel the need for a shower, as I'd barely moved, let alone sweated. I dressed up in silence, as Daniele tappity-tapped away. Ready to go, Daniele finally looked up from her mobile, opened the door and let me out with a kiss to the lips. I trudged down those stairs, realizing I’d only spent 21mins in that room with that flighty fucker!
Conclusion:I don’t know whether I'd already stressed Daniele out before we’d even met, but the punt got off to a bad start … and didn’t get better. Having suffered the pain of losing £60 to a parking fine that week already, the £60 I’d just lost to
danielehot felt just as painful … too much time-wasting … too little communication … too quick sex … and so, this leaves me no choice but to rate
Negative.
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