Although NoStringsFun’s review was barely Positive, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the photos of
MULTI SKILL MISS M. … and Hot Listed her to kick off my New Year. So, I soon found myself in Piccadilly, and needed a girl to Licka-ma-willy …
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Logistics:I called … Megan answered … she was free for the next hour … I was there in 15mins, having secured half-hour for £80. Megan had also offered a 30min duo with “girlfriend” for £150, which I politely declined.
Location:When Megan texted her address, it was déjà vu … I instantly recognized it as where I’d fucked
Victoria Kendall (now calling herself
Anitta Andrade), i.e. the same swanky apartment block with a discrete entrance, a couple of minutes around the corner from Piccadilly Circus tube … but it was a different flat, and not as pristine as Victoria’s home.
Despite the slick location, Megan’s rented flat was a rather unkempt and lived-in mess. I was directed into the open lounge-connecting-to-kitchen/diner, thinking we’d move into a bedroom … I then spotted the prepared sofa bed, as Megan trotted around it … and begrudgingly realized that we weren’t going anywhere.
Looks:The photos are of Megan …
Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only… but the angles belie her size, and the outfits belie her shape. She is a buxom wench, more curvy then flabby. The big unit has 36FF gel-enhanced mounds that are soft to the touch and peaked by tiny teats, and a firm phat ass atop thick thunder thighs. Megan’s blonde highlights frame an average face, nothing that would turn my head on the street.
Megan said she was 25, whereas her AW profile states she’s 29 … but I reckon she’s easily mid-30s. Hailing from Hungary, Megan’s been around enough to now speak good English.
Services:Megan greeted me in her hallway, posing in lacy black bra and panties. Welcoming and smiley, her fulsome figure led me to the lounge, where business was to be conducted. As she popped out to stash the cash, I was asked to undress. Returning to find me standing naked by the sofa bed, Megan undressed, quickly and unsexily, allowing no opportunity for me to enjoy fondling her out of her lingerie. She then sat naked on the sofa bed, and patted the space next to her. As I gingerly sat beside her, thinking we might now FK, Megan offered a massage. Being an FBSM guy, I could never refuse a massage, but I lay on my back, aware that I didn't want to waste too much time … this also ensured Megan was made aware of my ever-ready erection!
The action kicked off with a dollop of warm oil on my stomach, gently rubbed and kneaded all over my front … chest, belly, hips and quads … teasingly bypassing my bobbing cock. Within minutes, Megan was massaging my balls and then up-and-down my shaft. As I enjoyed her oily wanking, I juggled her tremendous tits and rose up to suck at her teeny nipples. With my head buried in her deep cleavage, I didn’t notice a condom had been magicked onto my cock until I lay back to watch Megan’s mouth slide up-and-down my rubbered shaft! The subsequent OW was rather rudimentary, and so I asked if OWO and CIM were possible … Megan offered OWO, but not CIM (making an excuse about how CIM would affect her upcoming dental implants!) … instead, she offered me COF or COB. I thus planned to wrap up our session with OWO and COB (I couldn’t miss those humungous hooters!) … and so continued with her bog-standard OW. As I was getting bored of Megan bobbing down there, I asked her for rimming, recalling it was on her AW
Enjoys list … she explained that was extra at £20 … fuck that and my ass! To then occupy myself during the insensate OW, I swung Megan’s knees round to my side, such that her meaty ass was up by my arms and face … and duly started fondling and biting it, as well as fingering her back-pussy superficially (Megan squirmed if I went too deep). Eventually, Megan resurfaced from my groin, and asked me to get on top.
Hopping to it, I banged that big girl in mish … slapping loudly up against her Tina Turner thighs, sucking down onto her rolling round tits, and kissing her luscious lips (no FK, let alone DFK … same excuse about damn dental implants!). As I varied rhythm and rolls, Megan moaned and groaned … as fake as fake can be! I then asked to fuck her in doggy, and Megan slowly assumed the ass-up and head-down position … kneeling behind that awesome sight, I drilled in and jack-hammered her hard, as her hand pulled and yanked my sac from inbetween her legs. Sadly, my best laid plans to climax via OWO and COB went out with my couldn’t-help-it-dammit ejaculation in the bag!
As I sighed and pulled out, Megan in somewhat paranoid fashion grabbed tightly around the base of my covered cock to ensure no spillage, rolled off the rubber and then wet-wiped me clean. Although I knew we must've had some minutes left, Megan’s body position and language suggested that this was it, so I didn’t bother with any post-coital GFE cuddling, but asked for a shower. Megan led me out, and we passed the open door to the bedroom … from which her “girlfriend” eyed me up, as I passed, winking and pouting at my semi-hardon (it’s weird how I suddenly felt embarrassed and objectified by this other WG!). Back in the lounge, I dressed up, whilst making small talk … Megan then kissed my lips, and led me out by 26mins.
Conclusion:
Megan should rename herself
BASIC SKILL MISS M. … as my sexperience with her was lacklustre and thus wholly
Neutral. She has a sinful body that could be so well used, but it is sadly wasted. I doubt I’ll return.
