She'd been on my hot list for some time. Before Christmas, my need coincided with her green light appearing so off I went:
Comms: Excellent, picked up and was genuine, communicative and re-assuring on the phone.
Premises: Slightly scuzzy bed-sit in Earl's Court "belongs to a friend." Turns out the friend buys cheap fittings, likes small spaces, outsize televisions and could be a bit more diligent on the domestic chores front.
Amelie: Latvian, probably late 30's reasonable to good English. Her pictures - while hidden - still suggest a glamorous woman in great shape with a great body. The reality: About 5' 8" really bleached hair, enhanced lips and tits (not well done), loads of make-up, a cheap black corset and a considerable belly. She makes some claims about pilates in her profile. I think she must have given it up.
She started by asking me what I wanted. When I mentioned CIM her face lit up and she said "Oh good." So that was promising.
We got down to it and I was soon in her mouth. Her technique wasn't great and was by no means deep. But I soon exploded even though I was barely in her mouth. She quickly drew me out and concluded the explosion in the palm of her hand. So much for "oh good."
Round two a little later was more sucking, covered sex in mish and I pulled out to come over her tits.
I left a few minuted before my hour (£140) was up but there was nothing to hang around for.
So, border line neutral, only her efficiency when taking the booking and her enthusiasm during it saved it from a negative. But it was damn close.
Won't return.
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