This girl is right out of the top drawer. She looks like an Oriental Catherine Zeta-Jones in
Chicago, for a start, and even as a half-hour man - with no chance of a second pop - I knew It wouldn't be enough; this is a girl to take your time with, and enjoy to the full.
You know all the guff that's written on AW profiles? I never bother reading it, and only read this after the event, but in Sky's case every single word of it rings true:
External Link/Members OnlyShe's reasonably tall by Thai standards at 5'4" or so, and beautifully proportioned, curvy, womanly and voluptuous, with just enough flesh on her stomach to make it interesting. Her tits are big, slightly pendulous, soft, and natural.
Caveat emptor and all that. She likes you playing with them, too; at one point I came up for air after a good suckle and she cried "ooh, don't forget the other one" and more or less shoved it in my gob. I like that kind of little touch. She has beautifully soft skin and there's not a single tattoo anywhere on her. Apart from a bit of navel jewellery she's as nature intended, and all the more desirable for that.
By way of exchanging pleasantries I stood behind her with my groin pressed hard against her backside as I reached round to give her tits a squeeze, and even as I did so she was shuffling to the side, so we'd be facing a mirror at the same time, and I thought 'aye-aye, this is a girl who knows how to please her man', and so it proved. She speaks good English, has a mischievous sense of fun about her and likes to put on a show, by which I mean she's a natural performer who enjoys being appreciated, and it was pretty obvious she had an appreciative audience in me, one way or another.
I had her naked in no time, and we warmed up with a nice leisurely kiss and cuddle as she wriggled about on my lap. I'd paid an extra £20 for FK which was money well spent, especially over an hour. She didn't quite throw the kitchen sink at it but it wasn't far short, and we had plenty of good snogs along the way, not always instigated by me. She responded nicely to RO; I took my time, of course, and several times felt she was close to orgasm, judging by the rise and fall in the pitch of her 'oohs' and 'aahs', and the way she'd grasp my forearms and ruffle my hair as she pulled my face hard against her. Whether it was genuine or not I wouldn't know, but if it was fake it was nicely done, and I appreciated the effort. It can be a bit deflating when you're giving it your best stuff and you have to check to see if the girl is still awake.
She responded nicely during the main event, too, with plenty of hearty grunting and groaning and facial expressions. As I gave it my all in mish she contorted her face into a grimace and bit her lower lip, clearly struggling to cope with the sheer virility of this Olympian sex God. I know it's only for show, but I still like to see it.
As I took a breather the half-time entertainment was her giving me what I presumed to be a proper B2B massage. This involved her trying to rub oil all over me using just her tits and fanny; when she worked her way up to my end we had another good, full-on snog before she'd work her way back down south, making sure she gave me some nice mini tit-wanks along the way. Very enjoyable it was, too. When I was properly refreshed I told her I wanted to fuck her doggy style, at which she cried "ooh good, my favourite" and led me by the hand back to the mirror, and as she leaned forward she reached behind to guide me in, and we started in a standing position with both of us enjoying the view. Great stuff!
After a good rattle in a more traditional position I was done in, and as she finished me off by hand she positioned herself perfectly so I could play with her arse at the same time. I managed to work the top two digits of an index finger up her bum as she went about her work, and she showed commendable patience and skill to finally get me over the line. When she had me cleaned and polished there were still 15 minutes left on the clock but she wouldn't let me leave, insisting on giving my front a proper massage this time, using just her hands rather than her tits, and it certainly felt as though she knew what she was doing.
For an hour I paid £140, including £20 for FK, and didn't begrudge a penny of it. Punting at its very best.
