External Link/Members Only 1-hour (fully nude B2B)
£120Location: clean, quiet flat in the High Street. Used by other WGs…Visited Amelia as part of my ongoing self-improvement campaign – a quest to break out of my comfort zone and embrace new experiences. Bored silly of FS
with disengaged women half my age and have grown weary of the Thai rub'n'tug merchants breathing their lunchtime garlic noodles over me with pound
signs flashing in their flinty eyes…
Amelia is the woman pictured in the advert, though I would say several years older than her stated 38. Her body is in magnificent shape, but, as the profile
photos show, she has had facial surgery, and boasts a, frankly, ludicrous trout pout. Each to their own, etc… but there was enough splayed arse
cheeks and bullet-hard nipples to distract from me from the 'sand blasted Leslie Ash' visage.
She doused me with hot oil and used arms, legs, knees, feet, arse and vagina, and even hands to blitz knots and deliver a massage that veered seamlessly
from hard to soft, from therapeutic to sensual. Built up to a two handed massage of my penis and balls while lying face down, with Amelia using nails and
fingers along my gooch and glans while manipulating my foreskin like a Celebrity Bake Off finalist rolling out a delicate sheet of choux pastry.
Amelia also sat on my back, my neck, my head, my arse, deploying her pudenda as another massage tool.
On the flip. she straddled me again, offered her breasts to suckle, ground her labia on my chest, stomach, balls and thighs, before lying back, opening her
thighs wide like a ballerina and inviting me to watch her parting her lips and coaxing her clitoris out of its hood, before I pumped three fat ropes over her legs
and my chest.
In conclusion: facially challenging, minimal English and very pricey, but spoke the universal language of filth. One word of warning: be careful in the shower.
As you step out of the tub on your left-hand side, there is a fucked up tile and significant dip in the floor, suggesting the board below is knackered. Could be
very dangerous. Pity the occupants of the flat below when one of us mucky bastards crashes through the ceiling, stark bollocko and clutching a towel.
