External Link/Members Only£80 Half hour, includes OWO.
Whilst enroute to a local parlour I remember that the well reviewed Crystal_Pure was currently at Cheadle's go-to escort hotel establishment and decide to go on impulse and pull over as see if she was free. A text comes straight back. 'Give me ten minutes'. So, with a sack as swollen as Santa's I marched into the busy hotel foyer, bouyed by the long list of positive reviews for this Hungarian milf. Whilst waiting for the directions to the room I basked in the warm glow of the little blue pill I'd swallowed 30 mins prior and congratulated myself on my sound judgment, so certain was I that Xmas was cumming early once I'd emptied my sack down this athletic blonde's chimney. Just like family Christmasses as a chid, I would be left with an overwhelming feeling of crushing disappointment.
Into the room and the lady is pleasant, dressed in a Santa outfit. Looks mid/late 40s. As others have remarked she asked me whether I like what I see and I say yes, marvelling at her slender figure. There's then a little chat about the establishment and she asks me to go wash my hands in the bathroom to warm up. I then check that she's fine with me using poppers and she says No. I say okay then I'll leave - as a poppers addict this is the ultimate deal breaker - before I hear the screech of tyres as she does a whopping great U-Turn. Yes I can use them but only over the table as a punter once spilled his bottle of the good stuff all over the bed, poor soul. So far so good, I found her a little dictatorial but no big deal.
She then lies on the bed and I tuck into her body, get the bra off to reveal a pair of sagging breasts with large sensitive nipples. I don't mind the sag as I get off on the whole natural look but know this kind of thing can be a massive turn off to others. I feel the blue pill getting to work so she flips me over and begins excellent OWO. Slow, steady, sensual, using long nails to great but subtle effect on the tip which was a revolution in technique to me. She seems to take pride in this and had I popped there and then this review would certainly be a positive. But I didn't...
Greedy as fuck I have another sniff of the good stuff and ask her to jump on top. And this was when it hit me. The overwhelming smell of bad breath. Like the smell of overcooked sprouts this evoked long hidden feelings of festive despair, a sense of childhood disappointment that no amount of poppers could dispel. Resigned to the loss of 80 quid I ask her to stop gyrating on top of me and tell her it's the poppers that is making me soft. Ever the consumate professional she endeavours to get the mood back through her OWO but by this time the turkey has been goosed. She says she 'tried her best' and she did, much like Mum all those years ago when I asked for a Mega Drive and she got me a Master System. Bah humbug.
Whilst the service experienced was fine, the review has to be a negative as the bad breath thing is really quite a showstopper. Ever since the fog cleared I've been wondering about this, especially given her experience and the fact that there was a bottle of mouthwash in the bathroom. I wondered whether this is an SP who is experiencing a crisis of confidence. She needed to make sure I was 'happy with what I see' at the start of the meet which suggests maybe people have walked in the past. Also the UTurn in her approach to the poppers made me think maybe she realises she can't be turning down too many punters. Finally, the breath issue was not caused by smoking or food or uncleanliness per se, I think it was from not eating, perhaps reflecting an anxiety about keeping her extraordinary figure. Either way, Christmas was only cumming once this tear for MoodyBB.
