Everything I needed to know was in her earlier reviews, but there's no fool like an old fool, and I was seduced by her profile pics; here was a delightfully pretty girl, and so young, and if she still had a bit of puppy fat that was fine by me.
External Link/Members OnlyCommunications were a flawless exchange of texts. This was in a flat off Granby Street. Parking's a doddle, in the street opposite the station near the X-Lounge parlour; £2 for 2 hours, there always seem to be plenty of spaces, and it's only a 5 minute walk.
Things were promising enough at the start; she was on time, bright and breezy as we exchanged pleasantries, asked the stock question 'how's your day been so far' and speaks perfect English, because she's lived here for 15 years. Not quite the delightfully pretty face of her profile pic, but attractive, certainly. She was wearing a kind of frilly negligee that made it hard to appraise what lay beneath, but with every prospect of a plump, fresh little plaything to get to grips with I handed over my £80 in good spirits.
Once I'd undressed her, though, it was immediately clear she was a bit too tubby for my tastes. Not outrageously so, but there's a fine line between 'voluptuous' and 'fat', and she was the wrong side of the line for me. Not too worry, though; I've had some terrific fun with girls bigger than her, and I was still optimistic of enjoying the occasion. That optimism soon began to ebb away, though.
I always like to start things off sitting in a chair, or on the edge of the bed, with the girl standing before me so I can begin to explore her body, with all the interesting bits within reach; more often than not the girl will enter into the spirit of it, shoving her tits into my face, or turning and bending so I can bury my face into her arse, or plonking herself onto my lap and wriggling about, a sure fire way of getting the sap rising and the party started. Lola was having none of it, though, and insisted on laying on the bed. "I prefer it this way". I didn't think it was asking anything too outlandish, so I beckoned her over again, but to no avail. "No, I prefer it this way". That was to be her phrase of the day.
I moved things along with a session of frontal RO, which was pleasant enough - if a little salty - but when I asked her to turn over she lay flat on her stomach with her legs clamped firmly together. She knew exactly what I wanted but was just being awkward, and when she did finally lift herself onto her knees so I could get stuck in from the rear, the moment I first made contact she recoiled and turned over to lie on her back again. "No, I prefer it this way".
Cialis is a miraculous drug, but these days there's no fooling it, and if I'm not excited by the girl it just won't have it, and as I lay back for her blowjob - there was nothing else to do - there was no hiding my lack of enthusiasm. From where I was looking it appeared to have shrivelled up into something about half the size of a walnut whip. To be fair to her, some skilful handiwork at least perked it up to the point she could get a condom on, and she did her best, but as I lay there reflecting on what a dismal experience this had turned out to be, it was quickly apparent that she had no chance of getting it properly primed for the main event. So I couldn't see much point in her carrying on, and knocked it on the head with a good 15 minutes still to go. And that was that.
So to sum up; an attractive girl who will no doubt appeal to plenty of guys who like their girls at the fleshier end of the spectrum, even if not to me. A single review can only be a snapshot, of course, and perhaps I caught her on an off day, but on this evidence she's a girl who wants the sex - even in the smallest details - to be on her terms, and isn't too concerned with what her customer may happen to want.
Topic: Sweet Lola, Leicester (touring) (Read 1281 times)