I used to avoid Any sexual contact all week before visiting her. I would go in with balls heavy with salty goodness. She would start slow but was incredibly responsive. She would have one hand gently cupping your nuts and the other arm wrapped around your waist. After a minute or two, she would start use her arm wrapped around your back to pull you in so your cock would briefly jam her throat, then pull back out again. That was literally just to give you an indication of her ability. As soon as your balls started to clench and move upwards in anticipation of blasting the seed that had been weighing your sack down all week, she would feel it with her hand cupping your balls and wrap her other arm tightly around your waist with the strength and determination of an anaconda squeezing their helpless prey. This would force you right down her throat. She used to have me standing on front of the couch or bed. My knees would give way and I would fall back. The feeling of falling added to the rush I would experience. She was in control now. She had it planned obviously that when your knees predictably gave out that you would land where she had positioned you and not hurt yourself by landing on the floor. As you hit the couch, she would be right there gripping you in position down her throat. She wouldn't miss a beat. She would maintain eye contact as much as possible but her eyes would tear up. At this point I would lose control. It was like an out of body experience. I swear I have never come as hard as I did with her. I would slam her throat until my balls would clench fully and blast wave after wave of salty goodness into the latex sack encasing my swollen member down her throat. Every single muscle in my body would be employed to create as much leverage as possible. It was primal. An instinctive urge. My neck, back, jaw would clench. My hands would ball into fists and my toes would curl. Primal instincts in my being would recruit every spare kw of energy I possessed with the sole purpose of expelling ejaculate from my being with force. My balls would climb right up into my abdominal cavity! it would last for ages, blast after blast and she would hold my there buried fully until I stopped shuddering and twitching uncontrollably. Absolutely incredible experience. She would then release me, gasping. Her eyes would be fully glazed over and then the cherry on the cake. She WOULD THANK ME! She used to indeed tell me how she was rich in Asia but just loved having Caucasian men unleash on her. Some kind of fetish. I think shes gone home now though... When I think back, she didn't even advertise her outstanding services too aggressivly not charge excessively. She always wore high end brands and expensive undies. She was a student in Curtain I think. Sometimes when I arrived she would be sitting at her little desk studying engineering text bookd. That makes me feel that it may just have really been a fetish. She would service a few guys lucky enough to find her and money wasn't the goal. She was looking to fill a void. She would just go back to her books after I had fulfilled my duty and scratched her itch. Believe me, I tried again and again to blast everything I had stored up into that void, but she was always ready to go again with enthusiasm the next time I called her.
I hope the level of detail here does not breach the TS standards or rules. This is why I have not revealed the lady's identity, so she can still maintain her confidentiality. I just thought the punters here would be re-energised in their hunt for the perfect punt when they hear it is out there somewhere. You just have to be patient and keep looking...
