I saw one good looking lady here and that was not who I got. They take
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Jazzed my way into this sorry-looking joint, and found myself laying on the table, looking up at the lights, wondering what life was about. An angel approaches me...calls herself 'Sophia'. But wait. The lights become clearer, and her blurred face becomes all the more clearer. Geez. Were angels always this ugly? A sad tear was shed in heaven. The massage was all but mediocre. If her massage needed to be rated, I would give it the same rating I gave her looks: 6.5/10, maybe less. Perhaps that's being all TOO generous? But as luck would have it, this ugly, foul-faced angel happened to take care of my more intimate needs. With the divine hand she possessed, she reaches out, gently fluttering her finger against my balls and cock, until an erection rose stout. Her HJ skills and technique were much more refined than her massage, and I thoroughly enjoyed the amount of control and discipline she showed during her work. Sophia 'pops my champagne', and I spray a white foam all over the place. I cannot say I had a WONDERFUL time here, but I will not deny that it was a good one.