External Link/Members Only External Link/Members OnlyBefore you read this, please take note that I'm blunt, honest, try to make it interesting and don't intend to cause offence.
My regular girl wasn't available and i was feeling the itch so I took a chance on Sammy. Only £60 fit half an hour, may as well.
When I saw her I wanted to walk out. Toss up between a toss or put it up. If she lost 5 stones, she could be the 'before' model in a weight watchers advert. If she had a makeover she could be a town house garden -before Titmarsh got there.
Made an excuse and asked for the £40 quicky. She took her marquee off to reveal a pair of rancid aubergines, a sack of spuds and a bicycle stand. I manfully (stupidly) carried on. Her BJ was ok, a bit too firm, but it did get me up. When she lays siren on the double bed, her tits flopped off her chest, slid off the mattress and hit the floor with 2 thuds.
As I fucked her she started making of noises. Are you in pain? No, I'm enjoying it. Then the bed started squeaking. The combination sounded a bit like a steam engine with a blown gasket. I added some puffing sounds, for amusement. She didn't notice.
Enough! I pulled out, removed the overall from my Casey Jones and tipped the coal into the hopper.
See you again, said the disillusioned one. No response from me, just trying to keep my dinner.
In conclusion.
She's pretty, if you're visually impaired.
She's responsive, for the bewildered.
She's cheap. So is a big mac. Wish I'd had that instead.
