Well, Trans-lovers:
People try to put us d-down
(Talkin' 'bout our Tranny-a-shun)
Just because we love the brown
(Talkin' 'bout our Tranny-a-shun)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold
(Talkin' 'bout our Tranny-a-shun)
Hope I do ‘em all before I get old
(Talkin' 'bout our Tranny-a-shun)
Tranny-a-shun
Tranny-a-shun, baby
Why don't you all go f-fuck a Tra-nny
(Talkin' 'bout our Tranny-a-shun)
Don't just listen to your old g-granny
(Talkin' 'bout our Tranny-a-shun)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation
(Talkin' 'bout our Tranny-a-shun)
I'm just talkin' 'bout our Tranny-a-shun
(Talkin' 'bout our Tranny-ashun)
Tranny-a-shun
Who have I seen? I've been to see a Queen!
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My third meet with the very lovely Sofia, this time with a big enough gap to warrant a new review.
The result? Just more of the same old, same old, really...
Lovely flat, well-kept, great bathroom and bedroom, nice big mirror, large comfy bed which doesn't creak under duress.
But we don't come to see Sofia for Armitage Shanks and a quality mattress. Oh no!
We come to see Sofia for:
Friendly welcoming nature, hot looks, smelling great, all areas spotless and very lickable. And a great service tailored to the individual punter's needs, in this punter's case, at a Spinal Tap-esque 11.
Hot and unbridled deep French kissing, lots of groping, cheeky grins. Into a
very hot 69 which degenerated (or should I say elevated) into a two-way rimming-fest, the Fitzrovia Teabagging Chamionship, Sofia sticking a little buzzing toy up my bum while sucking me off (I had to stop her before I blew my load), then she tried to penetrate me (I really wanted her to, I was whimpering for it) but I failed miserably again (it was fun trying).
Then she climbed aboard for some intense cowgirl, we changed positions into mish (more very hot kissing) and finally, the
coup de grace, I wanted to see my cock sliding in and out of her lovely arse which was still glistening from my earlier lingual efforts
.
I built up to a shattering crescendo which had me wobbling around for a good minute or so, Sofia still on the end of my dick (it was OK, I did warn her). I reckon I'd got myself up to 90% of my max heart rate and although the flat wasn't warm, I was sweating like a perv fucking a Tranny. Much to my delight, I found I'd even filled the bag
.
A brief chat about the on-going end of the world scenario, a quick shower to clean up and regain my composure, and I exited the premises an hour after I'd arrived, with my heart rate back to normal and a spring in my step. Wanky has left the building ladies and gentlemen, but slightly wonky. Once again, Sofia delivers in epic fashion. How an a girl who looks that classy act so filthy?
Footnote: I'm somewhat conflicted coming back to punting while Coronavirus bubbles away menacingly, and this has been my second punt since my tentative return. Both girls are sure they've had the damn thing, quite early on as one might expect, in this line of work, and their stories of such came forth easily and unstilted. But of course we cannot assume anything and ultimately it's a risk. I took all precautions during my journey there and back, and I have had very little contact with anyone for some days afterwards. I travelled either way at an un-busy time, I was however shocked to see a large proportion of fellow London Underground travellers without masks at all, or wearing them only over their mouths (while obviously breathing out of their noses).