External Link/Members OnlyFluffiness alert: I enjoyed this very much, and I'm one to wax lyrical when I'm happy: look elsewhere if enthusiasm offends you.
I met her earlier today after spotting her pictures popping up a couple of days ago. She probably started Thursday or Friday and instantly got a positive review on the Diva website which is generally a pretty good sign.
I tried to book for the early afternoon but was told she would only start working later: I love these situations (when they are true), as I know I'll be more likely to find the girl well rested (and possibly horny). And indeed she was. Both things.
She receives in a warm and beautiful flat in a pretty posh square near Earl's Court. She answered both the intercom and the door pretty quickly. The initial impression was mixed: not because she is not heavenly beautiful as her pictures suggest (she is, exactly how the - clearly unprocessed - pictures show), and neither because she wasn't welcoming (she was), but because her friend was squatting on the sofa watching a movie on a tablet and barely acknowledged me when I got in.
The situation reminded me a little of one of those fuckodromes I used to be brought in in a now distant past when taking in the car a (usually insanely beautiful) Albanian or Romanian street walker in my hometown 20 years ago, when some dreamy eyed girl would lead me into a room where some other girl would be pouting while watching TV and we would have sex in some nearby bed only protected by a light screen or curtain.
Anyway, I didn't pay the friend too much attention, and focused on "Estuaria" (what shitty names these agencies now have to resort to: can they not start using fake surnames in order to tell the girls apart?), who led me into a dimly lit room and looked at me with smiley eyes. This is where I am giving you a "your-mileage-might-vary" warning: it was obvious right from the beginning that she was pleased to see me, that she liked me and she was curious of what would happen. She went on repeating throughout the meeting that she liked my (Mediterranean) looks, that I had "a perfect body" (I don't, but I'm pretty fit for someone my age), and similar compliments (further in the punt at some point she said "your skin... how can I say... it's like a picture!" :-D ).
And it all started at the beginning when I was looking in awe at her flawless, incredibly beautiful young-Liv-Tyler-esque face (9.5), with that amazingly plump natural mouth, those dark eyes that seem to welcome you more than an embrace in a warm bed and those hyperuranian high cheeks thinking once more "what a time to be alive" and rejoicing in the amazing privilege of having enough means to find myself in the company of such a perfect specimen of young woman.
She sent me to take a shower, where I noticed that there weren't too many clean towels lying around other than mine (a warning for experienced punters: these girls are young and inexperienced, so maybe bring yours), and when I got out she was waiting for me, standing in the living room as if to shield me from the obnoxious presence of her friend (that she called a "girlfriend" with a look that tried to be somewhat intriguing as if she wanted to hint at them being partners, but most of all as if I could care a bit more than nothing
) then she took my by the hand (just one of many sweet little touches she had during the hour we spent together) and led me once again into the bedroom.
There, she looked at me invitingly, smiling, and asked "where are you from?", with the air of someone who would know the answer. She knew the answer, in fact, as she told me "I knew it: you're going to kill me". I was puzzled for a second and then I realised she had some kind of metaphorical expectation for my sexual prowess related to my geographical origin. I just love when that happens: some Eastern European women just seem to be born to be fucked by Mediterraneans. One day something like this will give me performance anxiety, but this was not that day. With a marble-hard cock I started caressing her gently, as I led her to kneel on the bed and I started kissing those divine lips, gently probing for the tip of her tongue that she instantly started using expertly (and would throughout the punt).
Things started slowly, in part because from time to time I would stop to admire the perfection of the girl I had in my hands, and sometimes she would teasingly get away from my kisses with that typical girlfriend attitude: retracting herself for a second, looking at me with a smile and squeezing her eyes, then throwing herself at me and digging her tongue deep into my mouth.
Meanwhile, my hands explored her body, as always being amazed by how firm a teen-ager body is with respect to that of a more mature woman: normally I don't like this, as the shapes of a girl can be so compact, round and perfect as to feel almost artificial. Also, I tend to associate these kinds of tactile feelings with the sometimes disappointing experience that young girls give (too playful, too inexperienced, not having lived enough to really know how to love well) but Estuaria was so naturally sweet and tender in the way she was letting herself hug and kiss that I didn't pay attention and just enjoyed the moment.
This is how my hands started covering the shapes of her amazing, perfectly round ass, her long legs, her narrow waist and her small, delicious breasts. Overall a body like that on a girl this young is a bit like cheating: who knows how it will become in a few years, but for now it's a solid 9.
She gave signs of wanting to lead the dance, but I was not in the mood to relinquish control just now, so I laid her down and started kissing her all over, soon moving down to her AMAZING PLUMP PUSSY that she absolutely loved getting eaten while grabbing my hands and moving them to her tits, silently asking me to squeeze them quite tight. I had a second of doubt when I moved up to offer her my cock and she reached for a condom, but when I asked if she wouldn't do OWO she said almost absent-mindedly "oh yes, I can!". And what an OWO: she sucked, and licked and caressed my cock and swallowed the whole length of it treating it with care and almost devotion, as if it was some precious item that she had been put in charge to take care of.
After a short 69 where again she was moaning as if her life had found an entirely new meaning, I grabbed that condom and asked her to put it on. I couldn't wait to have her on top of me. She asked me not to go too hard, and I worried she would be a softie who starts complaining as soon as she starts getting it. Again, my worries were premature. She was a little tight at the beginning (but she didn't use any lube) and moved very carefully, but soon she got the whole length in and started bouncing up and down with the commitment of a CPR practitioner. And she liked it, she liked it very much. She didn't try to fake a single moan, just letting the ones that would come naturally. She didn't try to fake her way to an orgasm as some girls do, she didn't try to dirty talk in a language that is not too familiar for her (although she speaks better than reasonable English for a 19 years old Russian girl). She just fucked me and reacted gleefully when I grabbed by her ass and put her under me so I could give it to her at the speed I could sense she now needed.
She didn't hold back, arching herself throughout this phase so she could take it in better, and leading my hands to grab her buttocks (also apparently enjoying when one of my fingers started playing around her asshole: similarly, she hadn't shown any concern when during the previous foreplay I was playing with her pussy and once or twice dipped the finger deep in to extract some juices to bring to her clit). I came pretty quickly, feeling absolutely marvellous, while she looked quite content. "I knew you'd kill me", she said, and I thought "oh, you haven't seen anything". And indeed she hadn't. "Well, we're going to do it again", I said: and she seemed interested in the follow-up.
We chatted for a bit, while I kept caressing and kissing her. She was really amazingly sweet throughout, so full of life and excitement. She told me "I had never had sex with someone from your country, but my friends had told me that you're different". I don't know if I'm "different", to be honest, but I know that when I have in my hands a goddess like her I get pervaded by this almost mystical sense of amazement that gives a quasi-religious feeling to the experience, as if I were going through some kind of ancient ritual that requires complete dedication and respect. Soon, I found myself worshipping her labia again, while she was writhing under my mouth.
We went through another session where I could enjoy the sight of her perfect ass pounded in doggy (again, without her holding back for a second, and getting every thrust with gusto), and moved through a couple more positions before I CAME AGAIN (crowds cheering), which is quite a feat. I told her, saying "it doesn't happen very often that I come twice in an hour: maybe once or twice a year". She smiled, took the phone and told me laughingly "not twice in an hour, twice in half an hour": indeed she was right, we had probably started 10/15 minutes past the hour after our introduction and my shower and we were now 45 minutes in.
We chatted some more, all the way caressing and kissing like two kids in love. She was so sweet during that hour, she is so clearly inexperienced (at some point while we were making it she hurriedly said something like "I shouldn't say it, but in this moment I'm loving you") that for probably the first time ever since I started practising this hobby I worried about her and hoped that she would always enjoy this work the same way and wouldn't end up being hurt somehow.
I looked at her for the last time before leaving, and for maybe the third time during the punt she asked me if I was feeling good, said she hoped I had a good time. "Surely so, you've made me happy". "And you've made ME happy", she said with a big smile.
What a champion.
Overall:
location: 9
face: 9.5
body: 9
attitude: 10
performance: 10
VFM (250/h): 9
