External Link/Members Only (BTW Diva didn't post the negative review I left on their site. Fuck off, Diva, you greedy cunts, I can't wait for the day that all you parasites will get wiped out by someone smart enough to set up an agency that doesn't demand 50% of a girl's rate, doesn't cheat punters with fake info on the profiles and ludicrously photoshopped pictures and keeps on their roster all sorts of lazy incompetent tarts).
This was 250£ really badly spent, and a reminder that there should be some really, really good reason to spend that kind of money. The reason in this case would have been the superhuman beauty that Gelena shows in some of her pictures. Reality was somewhat disappointing.
Gelena received me in a luxury flat in the Knightsbridge area. She opened the door dressed in a sloppy tracksuit, looking bored and not particularly welcoming (maybe she got disappointed that I didn't have a fag, when she asked me right after me entering the flat). It was immediately clear that she only speaks a few words of English. Face-wise she is certainly an extremely beautiful woman (9), but the excessive make-up spoiled it for me. Also, a beautiful woman loses most of her appeal to me if she doesn't have character, and her bovine stare made her come across as a completely insipid type of person.
I took a quick shower, and got back to the living room, where she was sitting on the sofa still dressed the same way, the tv on, texting on her phone. She ignored my entrance except for telling me "I'm coming": I went to the (beautiful) bedroom and sat on the bed for a while. She kept me waiting a few minutes, then she finally arrived and I hoped things would look up as she undressed quite sexily, rubbing against my crotch.
Unfortunately disappointments were coming: at my first attempt to kiss she pecked quickly at my lips then emphatically turned her head on the side. No kissing for a 250£/h punt? Fuck her.
Anyway, I decided to focus on her body, which is still pretty good despite the massive fake boobs (which are not too badly done, except for the horrific scars she has on the lower part), and the fact she's put on some weight with respect to what is shown on the (photoshopped) pictures. Her belly skin in particular is somewhat saggy, her ass (while probably a feature for lovers of the genre) is a bit too big for my taste, and overall her look was too much on the "slutty cow" side rather than the divine, classy creature I was hoping to meet given her pictures.
I got down on her for a while, she was clean and not unpleasant to eat, but didn't seem to spur a lot of reaction from her: everything felt as if she were sleepy, a bit slowed down. I thought about shaking things up a little by getting in a 69 but, second disappointment, she pulled up a condom and placed it on my cock, as she doesn't do OWO. To her credit, at least, the BJ was as good as it can be when covered.
First round wasn't entirely bad, although for a while I thought her moaning was perfunctory and she was going through the motions. She did take a reasonable pounding, though, and didn't object to me changing position a few times.
After I came she disappeared in the other room for a while, until I ended up wondering what she was doing. I found her sitting on the sofa, watching TV (FFS). She looked at me as if she were expecting to be done, and when she realised I wanted a second round she asked me to go get a shower (for what? she does everything covered anyway!). I obliged and got back on the bed. Given there's no way to have any meaningful type of chit chat and her lazy attitude didn't entice me to practice the sort of cuddling that can make sense in these cases, I focused on her pussy, and gave it an extensive treatment that at least she seemed to slowly awaken her.
Second round was frustrating because I couldn't come, her pussy is definitely too loose for the kind of grip that is needed for me to come twice in an hour, and she's definitely not the type to train the kind of vaginal muscles that are needed to tighten the cavity in an athletic way. After a few minutes attempting an increasingly difficult feat and feeling that there wasn't nearly enough intensity or even just plain sensuality in her attitude, I got frustrated and stopped.
I got dressed and was out in overall 40 minutes, poorer and generally more depressed. This was not a good experience at all: I recommend avoiding this lady at all costs, she's leaving soon anyway, and good riddance.
