Legsforeverlucy, Pershore, Worcestershire.
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External Link/Members OnlyPreface: At the time there was a distinct shortage of British talent and what was available warranted caution. This lady had been on my hotlist for a good 6 months and I had been let down a few times finalising appointments. A tall leggy brunette, plain looking and a profile typically promising an inflated experience; I bought it, I lusted for her, imagining a wonderful encounter I would persevere. Accustomed to an absent response, one sunny day she replied "yes, what time?". My cock twitched.
A pleasurable drive down to Pershore, the music was playing and I was in good spirit to finally be on my way to meet 'legsforever'.
Communication rating: Sporadic/poor.
Service requested: Oral and sex.
Venue: An apartment block amongst what looked like an elderly residential estate in Pershore. Judging by the properties, a commensurate reassurance "surely can't be bad?" I thought. When I was finally given intricate direction the doubts appeared and especially when receiving texts "where are you". FFS I thought whilst rushing through my pre punt motions. The apartment block looked like housing association requisite amongst most estates.
The guard was rising but I'd waited too long and come too far, 'you're not walking away now are you?' said cocky locky.
Sweaty minge: I stepped through the door and looked back. 'Ok' I thought, not really what I expected but I'll stay. She wasn't as tall as I imagined, 5'6" maybe? Certainly wasn't 'leggy'. Mid to late 30s. She looked everyday normal in jeans and t-shirt. I do prefer the everyday look. The smell of marijuana signified a laboured realisation of circumstance.
Her eyes had rings as if from ill health, her aura unwelcoming. She seemed anxious and small talked nonsense. She quickly removed her clothes despite my instruction. Her underwear looked old, her skin grey tinged and veiny. Handful sized tits, acceptable figure or maybe a misconception, only a mild correlation to her profile images typically when genuine images are used. She had a nice 'pouty' pussy which had a few days growth, not an issue but a pre oral sniff made obvious she hadn't prepared. Hard earned cash in exchange for a sweaty minge and it hummed.
Her owo technique was poor so I cut it short whilst I was still functionally erect. She had this look on her face that can only be described as 'non consensual'. Had the circumstance been non transactional, I would have halted proceedings at the thought of a varnished dock.
Shafting her from behind the sweaty smell started to take effect combined with the 'sausage in a tunnel' syndrome. 'Fucking great' I thought. It was dying, imminent erection death......but then.....then something happened. The erection returned as if reinforcements were sighted on the horizon! I don't really know what that means but the reassurance was comparatively relative. She had engaged her pelvic floor, something i had never experienced mid intercourse. The sensation functional I pounded away thinking of the money I had paid and ejaculated from relief rather than pleasure.
She then made obvious the transaction was complete and I should make haste my exit. With hindsight I should have stormed out naked clutching my clothes and dressing in the road as protest.
Synopsis: As with most SPs you don't really know the setup regarding incall properties. I can't say for sure it was her place. She wanted me out and it was apparent throughout the punt. This and the hygiene issue warrant a negative but she squeezed a neutral from the vaginal engagement that assisted ejaculation.
The mid intercourse turnaround itself a new experience.
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Q: Can I shower? A:Yes please be clean as I will
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