She greeted me in an unbelievable Honey Birdette lingerie set that justified her reputation as a supermodel. She had so kindly provided the drinks that we like to enjoy together and we chatted about everything from our personal lives to global politics -- she really knows her stuff and is very well read and educated so be prepared.
After our catch up I couldn't keep my hands off her and I wanted to play I saw the perfect, stunning, gorgeous Mahije again in a luxurious suite. Softest skin ive ever felt. Smile that would light up a room. Perfect body. First time seeing Siena. One of the most flawlessly beautiful women i have ever seen. From the beginning the vibes were all wrong and I had the feeling that she just really hates doing this. Oh well, at least it put an end to the conversation.
I think she does want to provide a good service but doesn't have the wit to realise that an assisted shower, covered BJ and quick fuck isn't what men pay for, even with a girl as attractive as she is. For a moment I thought she was going to cry but instead she accused me of being too demanding, constantly complaining, and - like all men apparently - blaming her for my own failings. Also, if she's going to make such a big deal about the personal hygiene of the men who visit her then in my opinion she should sort out of her own oral hygiene.
One to avoid. What this actually involved was her cleaning me from head to toe in a completely unerotic manner with no opportunity for me to reciprocate.
Bizarrely, despite her looks I think there are dead people with more eroticism and sexiness. She insisted we began by showering together. Despite the fact that she is a great looking girl with a great body this was a decidedly crap punt. I'm afraid at this point my disappointment got the better of me and I made the mistake of telling her that I had had better times with other girls.
