External Link/Members OnlyDuration - 30 min.
Fee - 50 £. 40£ for 30 min + 10 £ for DFK
I fired a few messages to a few girls yesterday and Barbara was my plan H and since she was the only one to be available I thought it would be a good idea to see her thinking "maybe she isn't so bad".
Her house is off Narborough road. It's the same house Nikole used to work in. Parking was a bit of a problem since it's a residential area but I managed to find a spot.
I step in to find
Barbara. A petite (5 ft, maybe 5 ft 2), quite curvy blonde and with a bit of a belly. She was better looking in person though.
But the moment I stepped in I felt that I wasn't welcome there. The classic feeling in the air that you notice when you are served by a woman who wants to get the money quick in her hand and the client quickly out the door.
Anyways, we went up, sorted the paperwork and started undressing. Talking to her I realized that she seems to have a different perception of sex. It's not about having intimate fun but about putting your dick inside her and giving a few thrusts and that's it. And I could see it with the way her room was set up and the way the meeting went. There were dim lights but no music, no sexy dancing or teasing. Just got undressed, started with an ok massage, jacket on and quite a nice BJ I must admit. And what followed was sex in cowgirl, doggy, flatiron and finished in heels-to-the-heaven. All very mechanical. Some noises here and there with a late reminder to cum, of course. I also payed 10£ extra for DFK but it was terrible. The chicken doner kebab that I had when I came back home gave me more oral pleasure than her kissing.
I finished. She cleaned me up and off I went.
If you are ok with this sort of meeting, the classic pump and dump, then it's fine but I just didn't have a fun time. However, this is not the only reason this review is a Negative. It's mostly because I felt uncomfortable when she started interrogating me about my nationality since she couldn't believe I am italian. In her eyes I was eastern-european. It was so bad that when I was about to leave she told me to show her an ID next time to prove that I am indeed italian. I laughed but in my head I thought "No fucking way I will do that because there won't be a next time."