Emma LF 2 Greens Court Soho walk up
I was back in the West end pounding the streets and that unmistakable feeling came over me. I needed a release. It was punting time.
I waded through the numerous strumpets on the purple site and I was underwhelmed at the selection of ubiquitous Brazilians, moody Romanians and overpriced British Instagram twats masquerading as “high class escorts”. You all know me by now, while I appreciate a high-end broads, I prefer it quick, dirty and sleazy. I heaved my sorry hulking frame up the decayed steps of 28 Peter street. The moody bird on the upper floor left me cold, LF crazy Angela almost got me, but when her the maid tried to upsell me on OWO and anal play I remembered two disappointing punts with Angela in the past – in fact my second ever Soho punt was with her. I walked.
I into Greens court and the first door that swung open revealed Hungarian Emma. I had walked on her before – about 5 foot 5, curvy, brown eyes mousy hair. Nothing special but she had a charm and genuinely seemed human. Fuck it, I walked on her before and I decided to donate my £40 plus £2 to her noble cause.
Into the grotty, dank and warm room with some cheesy pop on the system. I love the smell and feeling of an old school knocking shop – cigarettes, cheap perfume, the unmistakably musty smell of sweat and pussy it just turns me on so much. Emma comes back in, de-robes and she has a STUNNING pair of natural tits – something special. Shes nice, friendly, polite. She joined me on the bed and bent over next to me to start decent OW while playing with my balls as I freely grouped away at her wonderful rack.
Time to fornicate, I asked for mish, she obliged and moaned, stroked my balls and pinched my nipples and I pumped away to a satisfying completion.
My parting comment to Emma sums up my experience – “this is the best 40 quid you can spend in London right now”. A case of post-coital hyperbole? Maybe. Do I stand by it in the cold light of day? 100%.
