Location: on tour in London
Price £55 30 mins.
For the love of God. For your sanity and for your health. Please do not see this beastly creature. I've endured the most unpleasant meeting ever. I'm so ashamed. I'm so disgusted with myself. I feel terrible. I wanted to throw up. It was awful.
I know you guys are going to take the piss, but I'll hold my nerve and write this as a contributor to UKP, and as my duty to warn anyone considering meeting this orc.
Following up from a previous positive review here https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=36701.msg499422;topicseen#msg499422
on UKP and since it was in my area I decided a quick impromptu booking. More out of curiosity like the way people gawk fascinated but disgusted at the same time when they see a circus show freak. But my heart was never really into it. And my gut instinct was correct.
A BBW slut I don't mind every couple of years, but not with the following. Please observe my checklist of all the unexpected nastiness I encountered, important things that HP failed to mention in his review.
Teeth like a meth addict, half of them are missing and the other half are brown and black - check
Rotten breath - check
STD ridden pussy - highly likely and high risk. Do bareback her if you've lost the will to live. More on this later.
Disgusting skin - cut marks and scars all over her forearms and AIDs like lesions dotted about. Oh god, can it get any worse?
Yes it can.
Jabba the Hutt stripped her clothes off rather soon. Lay down on the bed, opened her legs asked me to finger her. That moment when those legs opened up… OH JESUSMOTHERFUCKINGCHRIST!
Imagine you are a pathologist. In front of you is a black shiny body bag, containing a badly decomposed body. Something like a murder victim that’s been left to fester in a hot room for a few weeks with maggots crawling out of her eye balls and arsehole. You open the body bag. Suddenly, this stench of putrefied flesh and disinfectant wallops your nose as fast and as strong as a kick in the teeth. Your instinct is to back off or turn your head around and retch your guts out.
Well, that’s what happened to me. Only different is, that stench came from a living being.
Not only that, but it the creature "down there" looked repulsive. This swarming mass of moist, wobbling flesh with dangerously colourful patches of diseased skin that looks like a textbook case of the world's worst STDs.
Then I realised the entire bed had this stink and these putrefying juices all over it, and now it was on my hands as I fingered her, with my face as far away as my arms would allow. But this was as far as I would go. No sex. No BJ. I wouldn't dare do anything else. I wanted to escape.
I'm a nice guy, I don't want to be rude. I stopped the fingering after a few minutes, ran to the sink, washed my hands several times and still couldn't get the smell of dead body off my hands. When I got home I again washed my hands with dishwashing soap and it just wouldn't fucking go. My nose was still contaminated with stench and would remain so for the next couple of days. I've have some bad punts with a couple of WGs with poor hygiene before, but nothing like this. It's the worst smell I've ever encountered in my life.
After some conversation and pleasantries I got the fuck out as soon as possible. Full of guilt and horror.
+I'm still alive, just
-If you want to commit suicide and enjoy necrophilia, I recommend the bareback and lick the pussy combo