I love a bit of variety, so when a delightfully pretty twenty-something with tits like zeppelins appears on the radar....well, what can you do?
External Link/Members OnlyIt's an accurate profile; Busty - sorry, Emily - was friendly and chatty, and speaks excellent English with just a soft East European accent. However pretty she is, though, it's those tits that are the stars of the show; they're extraordinary, and irresistible. We'd barely exchanged pleasantries before I plunged my face into them for the first time, and I was a bit giddy by the time I came up for air. Next time I'll take a snorkle.
I'd asked her to dress in her 'secretary' uniform, and if secretaries dress like that in Hungary then no wonder their economy is shot to shit, because they'll get fuck all work done.
Once I'd had my fill of licking, kissing, sucking, squeezing, caressing and generally splashing about in them she moved things along with a nice tit wank, which is clearly part of her standard repertoire. She's well aware of her unique selling points, and how to use them. In truth, they're too big, soft and squidgy for my taste, but I was there for the novelty value, and there's a lot of fun to be had in playing with them.
There's nothing soft and squidgy about her arse, though. It's big, meaty and firm, and I gave it a good, hearty spank without complaint before she got me rubbered up for a nice, enthusiastic blowjob. If you prefer OWO, then it's all in with the price.
She took the initiative and popped herself on board to start the main event cowgirl style. She's a grinder rather than a bouncer, which gave her the chance to lean forward and smother me with those tits once more.
Then a good session of full throttle 'heels-to-heaven' missionary, during which I noticed she kept her arms wrapped around her tits, presumably to stop them flying about, which must get uncomfortable. A quick rattle doggie-style rounded things off nicely.
We had a nice chat as I recovered; we were in a nicely appointed flat in LE3, which I gather she uses along with places in Nottingham and Derby, in a rota system with other girls, which sounded a splendid idea.
Bearing in mind it's the part of town where Leicester's troupe of well known Romanian girls ply their trade at half the price, £80 for half an hour isn't cheap, but I thought it was money well spent for a fun punt; Emily is a wonder of nature, and I would't go back, but I was glad that I went.
