External Link/Members OnlyVery attractive facially, I thought, wearing plenty of make-up with bright red lippy. She's a tiny little thing, no more than 4'10" tall and beautifully proportioned, the perfect hourglass figure, but in miniature. She's had her tits done, quite recently judging by the scars; I thought they looked and felt a bit plasticky, which was fine by me, but may not appeal to the purists. There's a big tattoo on her back, in case it matters. I'd say she's nearer 40 than her profile age of 24, a woman rather than a girl, certainly, if not quite a Milf. She's in great shape, though, without an ounce of fat and no visible signs of motherhood. All in all, a very desirable woman.
We started with a bit of light kissing. She didn't bother taking her gum out, but it was pleasant enough. She tolerated frontal RO without ever relaxing into it. Instead of laying back she rested herself on her elbows, as if just waiting for me to finish. She vetoed it from the rear.
So I lay back for the blowjob, but as soon as she had me rubbered up she popped herself on board for cowgirl. Which I didn't mind - I often skip the blowjob in any case - but most guys would reasonably expect it as a matter of course, rather than having to ask. Whether she'd have taken out her chewing gum I'll never know.
Then on to the highlight of the occasion, and a session of full throttle heels-to-heaven mish, facing the mirrored wardrobe. She's lovely and supple, so there were no issues in pinning her legs back, in fact rather than vertical they ended up more or less horizontal as she was buried beneath me. All I could see of her in the mirror was the top of her head and those lovely little legs flailing around as she was bounced about. Delightful! A hearty rattle doggy style rounded it all off nicely.
Her English isn't bad, relatively speaking, and there were moments where there was a playful sense of fun about her, but I felt throughout that she was trying to rush things along a bit quicker than I wanted to go. A lot of girls who offer 15 minute quickies tend to do the same thing; it becomes instinctive, I suppose, and I'd have liked to have had more time playing with her before we moved on to the more robust part of proceedings.
This was in the familiar cul-de-sac through the little alleyway, and for half an hour I paid £80.
