Well for me, fine. Because when I need to vent..I review you too.
Time: 11.51 AM
Place: His, rather sad run down semi just off the high street. Floral curtains, carpets could do with a clean plus a slight smell of stale cat. I used the bathroom, there was fungus behind the radiator so I did not use the towel. The towel was pink.
Description: John B. Hunter is around 46 and a half, maybe 9 months. He describes himself as being 42, but hey ho, a punt is a punt so there we go. He is pale skinned, with an auburn hued comb over and slightly watery eyes. His love handles are voluptuous, and when at last his cock appears from under his midriff it is white, with a purple head and a vein running slightly to the left. All in all, Mr. Average personified.
The Meeting: After John was finally persuaded to stop lapping at my face like the andrex puppy gone wrong, I managed to position him on the bed and perform fellatio…this was slightly impeded by the fact that John continually jerked his hips in a staccato fashion, forcing me to suffocate on his larger than average ball sack. He then requested to return the favour on me – I surrendered.
Johns cunnilingus technique consisted of alternately clamping his teeth around my labia minora, and attempting to extend them like ear flaps, to sucking my clitoris so hard it went numb. This was made slightly worse by the bristle on his chin, so one half is numb and the other half feels as though its grappling with a hedgehog. His saliva then dripped down to my ass, making me feel a little sick, so I flipped him onto his back, performed a karate type manoeuvre to keep him clamped there while I slid a condom on. After writhing around for exactly 2 minutes 21 seconds he ejaculated while screaming thank you thank you thank you. We then exchanged tedious small talk while I attempted to get dressed without him getting the bright idea of doing it twice.
All in all, an average punt
Would you return? Oh yes
Would you recommend? Highly