External Link/Members OnlySo, Linda's been on my radar for like 18 months now. She’s got this Sofia Vergara vibe going on, and if you don’t know who Sofia Vergara is, stop reading, Google her, and thank me later.
But something always kept me from booking Linda. Maybe it was her photos. In some of them, she looks like she’s got a fake everything — like Barbie’s been hitting the gym, the surgeon, and the bakery all at once. But then, I kept reading all these glowing reviews saying she was way better in person, so curiosity (and maybe boredom) finally got the better of me.
I booked an hour with Linda for £150, plus an extra £30 for Oral Without — because why not? £180 all in for a bit of Brazilian adventure. I was ready for some South American excitement, if you catch my drift.
Communication was great. She did send me a mini lecture about hygiene, though — apparently, some guys turn up smelling like they’ve spent three days at a fish market. Honestly, if you’re not washing your bits before seeing someone like Linda, just stay home.
Her place is one of those standard Chinatown flats. Easy to park, easy to find, and no hiding behind doors like she’s in some dodgy horror movie. When she opened the door in this red dress, I thought, "Okay, the reviews were right." She looked way better in person — petite, with a smile and an ass that deserves its own fan club.
Things escalated quickly, clothes started flying, and before I knew it, she’s on her knees going to town like a kid with a lollipop. Sloppy, drooly, and everything in between — A+ effort.
Now, I’m a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to… well, enjoying the local delicacies, if you know what I mean. And let me tell you, Linda’s was Michelin-star worthy. I’ve never had anything like it. The inevitable happened, and she came — and trust me, you can tell when it’s real.
She gave it a go with some deep-throating, didn’t quite make it to the base camp but got pretty close. A for effort again.
Then came the main event: me, her, and some cowgirl action. Things were heating up, and just when I’m getting into it, the doorbell rings — Amazon delivery. Did that stop her? Nope! Linda’s still clapping away like a champ.
We switched it up a bit, tried some mish (almost lost it there), then moved on to my signature move: a little more ass-eating. Her booty, by the way, deserves its own Instagram account. It's like a masterpiece made from her own fat — lipo-sculpted perfection.
Then she starts fingering her own ass and asks me to join in. Who am I to say no? So, in goes the thumb, and she’s loving it.
Eventually, I decide it’s time to wrap things up, and the bag is filled. Fifteen minutes left on the clock — no way I’m going for round two, so we just had a chat while she gave my legs a quick massage. Surprisingly, she's a pretty cool girl to talk to.
So, the moral of the story: Go find yourself a Brazilian Linda. You might just discover a whole new world.
Would I go again? Maybe, but probably just for 30 minutes next time, or I might check out Noella or Cindy. Variety is the spice of life, right?
Cheers!
—BB
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