Disappointing session which ran short
| |  | Oral sex with a condom |
| | | Penetrative sex |
I decided to go to Classic Touch - I've had some memorable encounters down this neck of the woods in the past. I'm not going lie, I haven't visited for at least two years before this encounter - if not three or four. I saw her profile and the thought of getting my hands on some juicy whopping great tits was enough for me.
There was big queue when I arrived at the the parlour and I was behind two punters (not literally) waiting to see Sam. I barely saw her leave the room before seeing her. I didn't fancy the other two ladies that were working: one a busty blonde, the other a slim brunette. In hindsight...I should have booked in advance.
I got to the room and paid up. Sam wore a big black dress and matching underwear. She got undressed and asked me to do the same. She asked me if I had been here before, along with the usual nonsense. Sam asked if I wanted a massage but I said that I wasn't that keen. She stroked me from the front and was playing with my todger. She rubbed up and down on me with her DD tits - it felt good.
She took off her knickers and put on a condom and started sucking me off. To be honest, her technique was OK, but I've had better. It was as if she was trying, but her heart wasn't in it. Maybe a C-grade.
She suggested that she should go on top and I agreed. She then rode my mutton dagger for a bit - it felt good. Then she did some moans, which sounded a bit fake and I played with her titties. I'm no Ron Jeremy - and to be honest, I doubt that the moans were genuine. We switched to all fours and I banged her plump rump for a good few minutes before shooting my bolt.
She handed me some wet wipes and tissues and I took off the rain cap. As I did this, she started getting dressed. I was asked if I had enjoyed myself and I said that I did - the truth is that I can't believe that she was hinting that our time was over with over ten minutes left of the expected half hour. Even though I had crashed the yoghurt truck, I at least expected a bit of pillow talk.
I got dressed and she talked about how she was going out that night. The worst part is that she went straight back into the living room to see another punter - and so one can only presume that she didn't shower. The other worst part was that there was no kissing - not even on the mouth - as she turned her head away. Put it this way, this one wasn't one for the wank bank.
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