External Link/Members OnlyAlso pimped by Diva and Guru who call her Kotta ("cooked" in Italian... Eh. Also means "crush" as in "I have a crush" though)
External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyPaid: 250 for 90 minutes of FUCK ALL
Comms: easy, simple comms with Peachy agent over the phone. Set up meet for 9pm.
Place: a dreary top floor apartment (with a broken lift) shared with another girl who I didn't meet (things might have actually improved). Very basic services for freshening up, hardly any towels.
Looks: Well it weren't a bait & switch, but this girl does NOT look as good as her pictures. She's a couple sizes bigger and her complexion & skin tone aren't the photoshopped porcelain she wants you to believe. Killer tits though, nice body definitely, and a cute face - wearing a perpetual fucking frown.
Punt: Oh God, why didn't I walk away? She does the magic door trick ("oh here we go" I thought) and leads me through to a cold, uninviting bathroom. I'm flustered from the multi storey climb and she immediately gives me shit for it. "I share this place with another girl so watch yourself" she hisses. Somehow I didn't walk away, even let down as I was by her disappointing looks. I'd come across London and was knackered from my previous, successful punt that afternoon:
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=229765.0...not to mention a three hour flight from Italy that morning, hours spent on trains and the underground and I caught First Man at the BFI IMAX that day too (I enjoyed it). Being tired I wasn't in an argumentative mood and thought "I'll fuck her anyway".
Except that I didn't. She hated me from the second I rang her bell. She offered a mediocre covered blowjob after I found her texting when I'd undressed. I went limp as I tend to do when in the company of a hateful bitch. So then she massaged my back instead. Massage wasn't bad, just what I needed actually, but she wouldn't continue for long, offered no hand relief and didn't want me even touching her.
Somehow, I didn't walk. I knew she'd get really vicious if I asked for my cash back. Still should have walked. We ended up simply chatting. I didn't pay to chat with some surly queen who speaks poor English! Finally I asked her to put on a show so I might jack off. She wouldn't. I at least ended up taking her Kinder Egg she kept in her chocolate drawer (no that wasn't an euphemism) but only after she childishly squealed "500 Pounds! 500 pounds if you want it!" I told her to geddafuckouttahere and Gimme Your Kinder Egg Already.
All girls have bad days. This wasn't the ass end of a bad day. I specifically got the idea she wanted me gone so she could text & smoke so I stayed just to annoy her. As our "time" ran out she offered me a peck on the cheek with the words "aw come on, you're leaving". LMFAO
Why didn't I walk? Inexperience, a desire to at least get something done, who knows. I left cursing my poor judgement. I'll take flak for this review but folks should know she's a complete diva. Don't trust her positive reviews on other sites. Peachy Escorts also won't give me a reference for future providers I'll see abroad.
