Saw her today. There is very little information with regard to reviews about her online. Which is to say there is this quick entry here that gives a general reply, and there may be another penned by me later that will be written and posted as a full review. I wanted to go ahead and have something in the wild for others in case I forget about the full write up.
For starters she was a full 2 hours late to the appointment despite serial texts from her telling me she was almost there. I eventually left, but she was cunning and able to coax me back in with a story of a day that had been difficult thus far, and assured me her service would be top notch from that point forward. Having some difficulty with time management myself, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.
First impression was that she was pretty, face average, long straight hair of the regional wild type dirty blonde, a nice body, about 5’6 or so, with natural D cups, and was generally lanky and lean- altogether true to her representation with regards to photographs and ads. She was friendly enough, but from go seemed uninterested and uninspired for activities. This was the main theme of our encounter. She was almost pathologically disagreeable- to the point that she refused even the request that she remove her bra. I had some difficulty in getting my man up to the task- rare overall, and typically happens, in absence of overindulgence or high stress, only occurring in situations of blatant partner disinterest. I was haded a conical hazmat suit to protect my soldier and with some effort finally wrestled it on despite his lack of cooperation. When tasked with my request for a little assistance in getting my man to standing, she begrudgingly started in with a handjob that my testicles may never forget- she was at the same time flinging my cock in a random circular pattern (akin to shaking out the last drops at a urinal) while giving my nuts a high frequency slapping as she hit bottom on the completion of the downstroke of each cycle. I took back the reigns, attempted some more covered jerking and finally had the bright idea that her mouth may be a more comfortable and effective alternative. I was wrong. I’m not sure I’ve had worse head from a provider- I’m not sure I’ve had worse head in my 30.year history of getting head from anyone who’s been gracious enough to offer. It was about 30 seconds to minute total of shallow depth (slightly beyond frenulum) low pressure dysrhythmic bobbing suction. When she stopped- apparently worn out from the effort- l I removed the hazmat suit and, while watching her play with her clit, was able to produce the necessary tumescence required to re- don a new hazmat suit and commence with cfs. This lasted a minute or two. She was intent to continue her masturbatory practice, but offered only missionary. At first entry it was apparent that her vagina had not been subject to much active penetrative use or received the compensatory kegel exercises to maintain my desired level of vaginal tone. I am thankfully not the owner of a massive penis, but it’s not small either. I’d say it is average to a little above in length, but shines in a having been granted a quite hefty degree of girth. This is not to say I’d be winning competitions, but illustrates the idea that a vagina that is loose for me is very likely to be loose for most. Several moments into the act she complained that my pubic bone was too close to her hand and was causing her to scratch her “pussylips.” So, being the only apparent professional in the room, I readjusted to position myself more square to her pubic angle despite it being less comfortable, more straining for my back and hips, and generally less desirable as a prolonged position. Shortly after the repositioning I was told to decrease the speed and frequency of thrusting, subsequently lost any sense of physical or psychological arousal, and conceded in my internal dialogue that this was an unwinnable situation of attempting to achieve coplulation with what in its offered state gave little more inspiration than a hole in the ground. I got up, washed off, got back into my clothes, and hit the door. This was among the worst and most expensive provider experiences I have had, and I would, therefore, recommend that anyone spend their hard earned (or even unearned money shit directly from the silver spoon of privilege they maintain as a functional decoration in their ass) elsewhere. As always, however, YMMV.
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