When: Her AW profile was created in July 2020, my visit was after that and in infinitely cooler climes.
External Link/Members OnlyFee: £120 for 60 minutes
Extras: None. A levels and CIM included. (£25 for filming but not taken.)
Location (8/10): Modern flat on outskirts of Rochdale. Street parking ok and preferred to avoid nosy curtain twitchers. Fears of a dive are unfounded. The living room is “compact and bijou”, with a big screen TV on the wall, a few cabinets, a coffee table, a space heater and a two seater sofa. The bathroom has a bath and shower over, with well stocked shelves of toiletries for men. The walls have family photos in collage frames.
Whilst paying, Sally explains that she’s not been here long and she’s gradually replacing all the furniture. She was hoping to get it sorted by the time I arrived but there’s not much room at the moment so we’ll be having our fun in the living room.
Girl (7/10): As per pictures. Age and appearance as expected. Sally is dressed as per gallery pictures, in her schoolie outfit. Shoulder length dark brunette hair, pulled into bunches. White short sleeved cotton blouse, tied at the stomach with a school tie. Dark hold up stockings and a black pelmet of a skirt.
There’s no bra because there’s no bust. And I mean nothing. I’ve got bigger moobs. And a dark thong underneath. I’ve never been taken with the schoolgirl look but she pulls it off reasonably well for her 30+ years. When I walk in, Sally is smoking a filthy brown cigarette and I baulk. I tell her I didn’t know that she smoked and she gets rid of it quickly. It doesn’t leave much of trace and I can’t smell it when I come back from the bathroom.
Comms (9/10): Nightmare trying to see Plan A. Booked for £160 Inc A levels but then no replies to messages or calling so needed a plan B. Messaged Horny Harlow but £220 was a bit steep and no availability at the right time. A message to Sally as Plan C and I’m on my way to Castleton for 12.30. I arrived early and parked up to get an address. Radio silence as I thumb through her profile and I’m having second thoughts. The houses on the main road have mixed levels of upkeep and a few look more distressed than I’d like so I’m dreading where I’ll end up.
Then a message about 12.33 to say she’d missed my message but give her five to ten minutes and she’d call with directions. Then another ten plus minutes for another message saying to give her two minutes.
A call just after 12.45 with the promised directions. It’s straightforward and close to where I’ve parked.
Service (7/10): Anyone checking out her AW profile will see her first FAQ (below, with original grammar errors) so it looks like previous reports of her unprotected inclinations with punters are grossly exaggerated. At least currently.
Q. do you do bareback A. NO NO NO NO NO this is a question iv really got sick of answering lately!A levels in a number of positions, hand relief, oral with deepish throat and CIM were the main items off the menu. No vaginal penetration, kissing, FK, DFK or fingering, fisting of filming.
Meeting: (7/10) It was freezing outside so my glasses had fogged. I remove them and my sweater and we agree what we’re going to do. There’s been no temperature check or offer of sanitiser. I’ve decided not to partake in any kissing. I tell her that upfront, citing CoVid and her smoking as the reasons. She doesn’t seem to mind.
We get going as I explore her body. She’s skinny without being too bony and there’s just enough curve to her rump to get my attention. There’s a tattoo above that rump that is black and circular but otherwise indistinct.
I shed my trousers, socks and shoes and boxers and Sally gets on her knees to coax life into little muffin. It’s good and she’s successful. I haven’t had oral sex like this for a long time. We take her tie and blouse off and she takes me to the root. Her only extras were photos and filming. I’m tempted to get footage of her looking up at me with her mouth full so I ask how much? £25 but the moment’s gone.
We move to the sofa and try a few positions and most of them are just as satisfying. When I stroke her thong, she jumps up to go to the bathroom and comes back swigging a can of Red Bull.
As good as this is, and it’s good. She tickles the twins and slurps like a champ. It’s time to rubber up. We talk about positions and I suggest that she gets me hard again with her mouth and then I lay on the floor for her to sit on me. This takes a but of doing but I’m slotted in and she’s bouncing away. After a while, I grab a cushion to stick under my bum and help me push up. She tries a few positions, then complains of cramp in her legs. A change of position is called for and she lays down on an array of cushions, presenting me with her raised tush.
Docking is re-established but it’s hell on my knees, which distracts and softens my advances. She sits on the sofa to rally my troops with a handjob between swigging Red Bull. I suggest that she bend over the arm of the sofa and we try again. There’s a few frantic minutes of arse-tango but I’m flagging. Age and a lack of any real exercise in years and lockdown inertia are taking their toll. We ditch the Johnny and Sally cleans my tackle with wet wipes and we agree on a CIM to finish. She gets me hard again as I stand up with her on her knees. I expect that it’s not overly comfortable for her in that position as she’s fidgeting. In hindsight, I should have lay or sat on the sofa with her kneeling on me. O well. Although I didn't take a shower on arrival, I'm freshly showered and scrubbed before I set off. For some reason, Sally is stopping every now and then to pick some fluff off my tackle, or from her mouth. I think this is imaginary but who knows.
After a few false alarms when I think I’m going to cum but don’t, the deed is done. It takes variations of her hand and mouth and finally my hand for my semen to disembark and land on her tonsils. She’s even quicker to get up and spit in the bathroom than the girls at Cathy’s Massage place, but I accept that no discussion was had of the swallow that is also available and included in the price. I’m left standing in the middle of the living room, starkers, so I find some Wet Wipes to clean up.
When she comes back she offers a shower but I’d rather not. Instead just washing my hands and getting dressed. Just on the hour when I get out. When I’m back in my car, my rugby top which was on the back of the sofa smells of cigarette smoke. I can’t say that I noticed at the time. I’ve still got my sense of smell and taste so no need for testing.
Summary (7/10): Would I return? No. But then I might have to give up FS punting completely if my body can’t take the exertions.
She’s good VFM, with not a hint of bareback as referred to above. She did talk about her previous time starting out at the “parlour that shall not be named”, and alluded to some videos online. My visit did the trick for scratching an itch after getting myself ready for a meet and some bum fun but I wouldn’t normally have picked a WG of this appearance.
I've scored it neutral, which some might feel harsh as there was nothing flat out wrong; Just about enough enthusiasm for the task in hand, decent digs, good VFM and played to the whistle for timekeeping but how can I score positive if I wouldn't go back?
