External Link/Members OnlyI could tell it was the same girl, but it was a good few minutes before it dawned on me why I didn't think she was much to look at, and it was because she had her hair tied up. I always find this irritating; you're there to entertain your paying guests, pet, not do the housework, and they expect you to look your best. You've taken the trouble to have your tits done - and they're magnificent, by the way - so don't spoil the ship for a ha'porth of tar. First impressions are so important, and this was a downbeat start.
Anyway, when she let it down she looked more like her profile pictures. Not unattractive, with a cracking little body; petite, soft, shapely and voluptuous, not remotely fat or flabby but built for comfort rather than speed, for sure, and right up my street. I had her naked in no time, and we warmed up with a hearty grapple in which she played her part with plenty of gusto; all good, clean fun.
Then on to RO, which I'm afraid was a dead loss. I like to look up and see the girl relaxed, hopefully showing some responsive signs, but Cherry didn't settle into it at all. She'd propped herself up on her elbows, occasionally squeezing her thighs tightly against my head; whether she thought it added to my pleasure, or whether she knew how restrictive it made it, I don't know. She flatly refused to let me have a go from the rear, a big disappointment.
Thankfully, things then improved. A nice covered blowjob, after which I fancied kicking off the main event in a standing position facing the vertical mirror; it would have been easy enough for her to be awkward if she'd wanted to be, but she couldn't have been more compliant. She bent forward far enough to give me the perfect angle, supported herself with an outstretched hand on a chest of drawers, reached underneath to guide me to the target, and away we went. As I saw that contorted, gurning face looking back at me - mine, not hers - it struck me just how surreal punting can be; this was a wet Tuesday in Leicester, and there I was with an attractive Oriental girl some forty years my junior, bulling away with everything I'd got, having only met her about 15 minutes ago. By 'eck, it's a grand life, ain't it!
After a session of full throttle mish I was exhausted, and on a whim decided to pay an extra £20 for CIM. We were back in front of the mirror, with her kneeling before me in classic porn pose, and with some full-on OWO, some delicate tongue-work and caressing of my balls she kept at her work in commendable style; when the big moment came she took it like a trouper, taking it as far into her mouth as she could, and when I finally withdrew she kept her lips clamped firmly around it to drain every last drop, before skipping to the bathroom to get freshened up. Good girl!
So all in all, good in parts, and a neutral rating seems about right. This was in one of the apartments near the magistrates courts, one often used by touring Brazilian girls. For half an hour I paid £70, plus £20 for CIM.
