Review of Morgan of House of Divine, London

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Upstairs flat

I called and made an advance booking as soon as the schedule was released on the Monday morning and informed customer services of my outfit preferences.
I have visited Morgan twice before and know that the photos are airbrushed to the point that you imagine that you will be visiting a young Kelly Brook. Nevertheless I drooled over her photos as I recalled Morgan’s thick, long hair and friendly manner and I knew I had to go back for a third go on her.

On the day Morgan was dressed as requested. I asked her to lie on the bed beside me so that we could spoon for a minute or two. I pressed my cock against her bum, kissed her neck and put my hand up her blouse to feel her breasts. Oh God, I have thought about nothing but Morgan’s amazing big tits for weeks now but until today she was unavailable at a time that suited me.
Normally I like plenty of foreplay, but not today. The condom went on almost immediately and I manoeuvred Morgan around so she was facing the mirror. I asked her to get on all fours and proceeded to hammer away at Morgan from behind, tits bouncing with each jolt of my cock. Finally I pulled out, whipped off the condom and emptied my load on her tits.
As I was leaving I caught sight of Apple milling around and liked what I saw.