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External Link/Members OnlyThis is a review of a female Thai I saw immediately after walking out an unconvincing trans escort in the same area. That review is here:
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=280410.0If you search for Charlie's AW number you'll find a previous positive review and a pic showing her face (not especially pretty and at least 10 years older than advertised) in the London verification pic thread.
As this was my day of reckless punting (brief explanation in that previous review) I researched neither of these things. I found a likely looking profile using my phone while standing on the steps of the trans escort's hotel and just went for it. After getting thoroughly fed up with careful research earlier in the day I hadn't lined up a Plan B. Not to be recommended.
She was staying in large, clean, upmarket apartment about eight minutes' walk from Earls Court tube station. I was outside the door five minutes after calling her and she buzzed me in. I took a shower (clean, fresh towel and non-smelly shower gel provided). She was wearing the standard hooker-at-home outfit of black lingerie and heels. Nice body and medium sized tits which may have been enhanced (didn't look right for her frame but didn't notice any tell-tale signs). Facially, I found her disappointing, but I wasn't walking out twice in one day and hoped the service level would make up for that.
Bit of cock-stroking, nuzzling and lip-kissing before we lay down but I could tell at once that FK would not be on the cards, despite her likes list, and she said as much when I tried again later. It's understandable if some girls stop doing it in the present health climate, but they should make that clear.
She offered a massage and I accepted. Time-wasting tactic in some ways but she seemed to know what she was doing and I had to ask her to be a little less intense with her elbows in my back. No erotic elements until she got me to turn over and started stroking the old man, who immediately showed signs of interest. I've cut down my normal Kamagra dose from one 100mg tablet to half a one while in lockdown with the other half, and the two-thirds of a tablet I'd taken about an hour earlier gave me a really thick and solid hard-on.
But I fancied a bit of pussy-licking as a starter so got her to sit on my face. I do have a talent for pleasing a clitoris with my tongue and her appreciative noises sounded authentic. But it didn't seem to be going anywhere so I got her to switch to 69 after five minutes. Maybe she's like my GF, who requires at least 20 minutes of intense cunnilingus but then cums like a steam train.
Despite the shower, she gave me a mildly painful clean-up with a cold wet wipe before sticking my dick in her mouth and at first she was holding her hips in a way that hurt my neck to reach her pink bits. I did manage to ease her down with a spot of high-pressure bum-cuddling.
At the other end of the 69, she wasn't attempting any deep-throat but she did get me nice and wet with spitting (I told her I liked that so she did it all the more) and my still-ramrod-stiff willy enjoyed the attention. Every minute or so she'd take a 20-second break to furiously wank me before plunging her mouth back down. A speeding-up technique, no doubt, but I can usually control when I climax so it didn't bother me. My first tentative attempt at fingering was immediately rebuffed.
Cowgirl next and she realised there was a problem when she had trouble fitting the condom all the way to the bottom of my tapering dick. I have written about this before here and even been accused of trying to get BB without consent by one daft cow of an escort – not someone I've ever seen – who commented on a previous review.
Anyway, after barely a minute of in-and-out, she felt behind and said the rubber was sliding up my cock and in danger of coming off. It was true and I've been here before. In my unwise haste to leave home earlier I'd forgotten to take a packet of my own extra-large Skyns, which stay on much better. Funny how something so crucial to the mechanics of how I have sex can competely slip my mind, but it had been nearly five months since the previous punt and the routine is no longer automatic.
After climbing off me she tried again with a new condom and we bounced around a bit more, very enjoyably as I pulled her down close for kissing – it was here that she confirmed "no tongues" . Then the same thing happened again with the condom. Fuck. Or no more fuck, to be precise.
I just told her to climb off again and use her mouth until I came. No CIM but I told her I would warn her and did so. She brought me off nicely with her fingers then after handing me a wet wipe to clean myself up (oh for those attentive girls who do it for you) she flopped down beside me and we had a very enjoyable conversation. Her Thai accent is very strong and she said she has trouble understanding English regional accents, including my (mild) northern one. So I started doing Cockney and Scouse and Glaswegian voices, gave her an extreme example of my own accent and soon she was laughing like a drain. I continued talking in an exaggerated RP voice thereafter and she really got the giggles. To tell you the truth, I found this part more fun that the rest of the punt. But £120 is a bit steep to lie naked beside a girl making her laugh with silly voices. Maybe I should try this at the start of punts because she was a bit more relaxed and sweet-natured than before.
However, when after 10 minutes I gently suggested it might be possible to wake up my cock, she glanced down at its shrunken snail-shape and said: "I don't think so..." Crushing or what?
She did wank me for a while as we carried on speaking and I managed a semi, maybe 70 per cent of the way, but the hour was up and at this stage I wasn't really bothered with a round two. So, on with the togs (she insisted on buttoning my shirt for me) and I went on my way. Not a total disaster despite the condom issue, but not what you would call a successful punt.
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