Good fuck, but no intimacy and I wouldn't see her again
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I had been working nearby and so decided to call round. The entrance is via very steep steps to a first floor flat.
The receptionist introduced me to Honey and I liked what I saw and went for a twenty minute session. They do sessions in twenty minute multiples there. I gave the receptionist £35 and was led to the room.
Honey is a good looking black lady in her mid to late 20s. She is about 5ft 3in tall with a size 12 figure and a bit of a belly - but more likely pregnant than fat. She has nice medium tits, about 34C or D. Honey explained the extras which were £20 for OWO and £10 to lick her - nothing else was offered.
I laid on the massage table and Honey stripped off her lingerie after I told her that I wanted OWO and paid the £20 to her. The massage was perfunctory, but she did climb onto the table and there was a bit of ball and cock play and little else.
She asked me to turn over after five minutes at the most and then gave me a very good blow job, although with little ball play. She turned this into a little tit wank as well and I raised myself up so that I could see her arse in the mirror at the end of the table and that had me rock hard.
I asked to fuck her and she rolled on a rubber before climbing on top for a nice cowgirl fuck where I could squeeze her tits - although her nipples were very sensitive - probably because of her pregnancy. I then bent her over the table and took her from behind and she was so tight that I soon filled the condom.
I probably wouldn't see her again because it is an expensive punt at £55 for twenty minutes - also, I rarely work in Barnsley. There was no intimacy, but Honey was a good fuck and her oral skills were also better than a lot of other girls.
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