Review of Sally of House of Divine, London

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As always, a great location on a busy street, a short walk from either Gloucester Road tube station or South Kensington tube station.

Lovely lady: reminds me of Pixie Lott; shapely, but not too much (I actually like my girls skinny, but when you look at Sally, she'll make anyone want to be with her!). Soft skin, firm breasts, shaved pussy.

She greeted me with a deep french kiss. Firm tongue playing with mine. Just like I was her boyfriend who had been away on a long trip and she'd been missing me.

After giving her the money, she returned and asked what I wanted. I told her that I was 'in your hands' and she could be in control. I was already undressed except for my shorts; she had on a zippered corset which accented her in wonderful ways. She immediately lowered my shorts and almost started on me with her mouth, but I stopped her and said I wanted a massage first.

She told me to lie on my stomach. Not wanting oil, she proceeded to give me a great fingertip back massage, while reaching under me every so often to scratch the back of my testicles. Wow. That was great (and why doesn't every girl give a massage like that, because playing with my testicles always feels fantastic). I was hard. Very. You know what that means... Even if she wasn't ready for me to turn over, I just had to.

She then did a great OWO while I fondled her breasts and touched her pussy. I asked if I could feel inside her, and there was an enthusiastic 'yes' but asking for me not to go too deep. All I really wanted to do was to feel how wet she was and if she was ready. She was. Definitely. And naturally.

Which meant on with the wrapper as she mounted me, but I really prefer from behind. Which she agreed would be a nice finish, too. A bit too fast for me as I couldn't hold back -- not a problem, but after I came we still had 5 - 7 minutes. She cleaned me up and lay next to me in bed talking. Isn't that a nice change. No rush out of the room as I lay there, slowly getting soft with a cock that was oozing the last of my juice onto my stomach. No, she didn't leave me there on my own but lay down with me and chatted. I don't remember what she said, but I remember what she looked like and how she felt. It couldn't have been better...