Anyone who thinks they have found a cheap foil to mess around with is completely wrong.
he came towards me yesterday to pick me up: a great figure in sports clothes, type of English rugby player. Radiant smile, excellent manners.
I had the rare luck to be able to meet him in his very neat and tastefully styled apartment.
Here too: Polite and hospitable. An excellent dry white wine helped me on the way to relaxation and absolute lust. Nice and chubby beer on the table.
No cheap role-playing games, but a mixture of fiction and reality. I have a date with a heterosexual athlete who looks good as a pig and needs a mouth cunt. Do I really have to pay for it? Then I didn't know anymore myself.
The fact that he spontaneously gave me his registered smelly puma socks, which I put on my fat piston as a condom to jerk in this morning, to bring back what I had experienced, was just one of many highlights.
Exciting and awesome: the small sperm cup within easy reach, from which he regularly gave me a sample of food with his fingertip during the session, before the fat athlete's cream landed in my mouth after more than seventy minutes of pissed off premium mess. Oh yes: and in between some bottles of beer were recycled: the bull piss in my mouth. Before that, I was allowed to watch the urinal in the bathroom as the fat belt started to piss. Then he pressed my head firmly towards the piss pool ...
Conclusion: something very special about the otherwise so desolate Hanover location. It stands out for miles and pleasantly from any dubious escorts in the city. Absolutely recommendable, because it is classy and awesome!
