I have to admit that I’m about two weeks late with this review, as I should have posted it two weeks ago, however, procrastination became my best friend, and I was soon met with many school assignments, essays to write, and midterms to study. Thus, I had to push back this review.
Before I go on, I apologize in advance if my writing is unpleasant and hard to read. English is not really my first language (French Canadian ya’ll!) so excuse the horrible punctuation, potential excessive grammar errors, syntax and so forth. I hope you, nevertheless, enjoy your read… or something.
SO! Let the story begin….
Two weeks ago, or well, even recently I found myself to be in a very sexual high (I mean, aren’t we all to some extent?), and sure, being a young guy, most would simply suggest to just jerk your meat and that’s it; thirst quenched, sexual hanger satisfied and full. I found myself wanting it bad: virtual love making just wasn’t cutting it for me anymore. As much as I love Tori Black, Asa Akira, Lily Cater, Mason Moore, whatever acts they appeared to be performing in their respective videos, became tedious and uninteresting to my mind. Heck, even my The Walther PPK/S seemed to have lost interest on these highly attractive pornstars. Pardon the pun, been going through a long James Bond marathon due to Skyfall),
I found myself searching the topic matter ‘escorts’ and eventually that led me here (https://terb.cc). I searched hard. After a whole lot of research (and assistance from Celticman), I ultimately chose Amber, aka Foxxxy Lady. I texted her on Thursday night, and she replied to me the next morning, telling me that I could call whenever I had the chance. Which I did and we booked our session.
Once I got to her location, I called her up between 8 to 12 minutes before our scheduled appointment. She answered in her sexy voice and told me that she would meet me downstairs in five minutes. Those were a long, nervous five minutes. Each passing second felt like an eternity. I felt like Prometheus, chained to a rock, a flaming rock, that burned continuously, making me more nervous and nervous.
Five minutes had passed; I look at my phone to see Amber’s number flashing on the screen. I answer. My hand shuddered. It was an unpleasantly cold Friday that day, which worsened my anxiety or at least made me seem even more nervous. Amber’s vivacious voice warmed me up, just faintly, as she told me where to meet her. She was standing somewhere in the front entrance of the building, and I was stationed somewhere in the back (I initially thought it was the front, but oh well).
I go to meet her and the first thing I noticed is how tall and slim she truly was. Yeah, her reviews were definitely on point with that one. I’m standing at 5’8, and she had her heels on. I believe that alone heightened her up to at least 5’10. Anyways, we headed inside the building and she led us to the elevator.
The moment the doors of the elevator closed, she brushed her lips softly against mine, as I remained glued against the steel wall of what little confinement we were stuck in. She then rhythmically swayed her hips on one spot, turning around to press her arse roughly against my crotch. Oh My God. I nervously looked around, stunned by her boldness. Numbed, because I did not know how to respond to her movements, yet my body acted of its own will, as I found my hands gripping each side of her waist, holding on to her for leverage as she grinded against me, simultaneous stroking the bulge that was growing inside my pants. What really did it was her soft and seductive moan as she pressed harder.
The elevator doors opened before us, my eyes widened since it was all so unexpected. She pulled away from me and led me to the entrance of her apartment. Once we entered, my mind began speculating on what else she had in-store for me. She had been so unpredictable with her physical, sensual, greeting in the elevator that I wondered what she would do next. I was nervous, trembling a little. I’m sure she picked up on it. She tried her best to make me feel comfortable (and it worked). The transition to me becoming less nervous went quite well and smoothly through our engaging conversation. Eventually our little chit chat came to an end and I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Once I got out, I was greeted to some very classic, jazz music (or so I think it was). I ventured to her room (wrapped in a white towel), only to spot her sporting a long, red-scarlet dress. Her hair was even made to resemble the infamous “Peek-A-Boo” hairstyle pioneered by Veronica Lake. Something I only noticed once she dressed herself to look the part. I was so enthralled, I remember emitting a soft ‘whoa’ received only by her sassy, sounding moan (produced in a quiet chuckle) as I approached her.
She leaned into my lips and kissed me delicately. Our exchanged turned in to a small series of kisses. It was marvelous. She tasted like strawberries, might have been some sort of lip gloss, or something, maybe it was cherries? I can’t really fathom its flavour since my memory can’t seem to recall it, but it was definitely appetizing.
Amber began taking her clothes off, she moved leisurely. She slipped her two shoulder straps down her arms, exposing her voluptuous breasts before my eyes. I gazed, with my tongue licking my lips ravenously. I hesitated at first, unsure of whether I was allowed to touch or not, but a quick glance into her eyes signalled to me that it was okay to glide my hands over her firm and impressive mounts. I fondled them.
Suddenly, my companion once again took initiative. She slowly lowered herself down to her knees, tugging off the white towel that was formerly wrapped around my waist, only to station herself right in front of my hardened cock. My eyes widened at the sight. I looked down below and noticed her lips inching closer to the head of my sex. I tried to gaze at her, intrigued, interested, wanting to see what she would do with my member, and how she would go about it, but she guided my eyes towards the mirror. She didn’t say it, but I could tell that she was urging me to look at myself; to look at us pretending to be wild pornstars.
I complied with her demands without a single protest and gazed at our reflection. I was initially confused, but then immediately made sense of what she wanted me to see and why she wanted me to see it. My lips quickly spread into a slight grin as I felt her warm, moist, mouth envelop the body of my gun. ‘Oh… fuck…” I whimpered a soft groan as my legs quivered at the touch.
I cannot really get into explicit details, but it sure felt heavenly. I could not stop groaning in pleasure. And I apologize if that made her feel uncomfortable but being taken into her mouth felt that amazingly satisfying. She provided an amazing BBBJ mixed with some DT. And, to make me feel even better, she also took me in between her breasts and allowed me to titty fuck her. I was in pure nirvana and that was only the beginning.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
She said something to that extent in her rigid, seductive, tired voice. I’m sure all you guys know what tone I’m talking about. I nodded readily and emitted an out of breath sounding ‘Yeah…’ simply over taking by her oral skills alone. She slipped out a rubber and covered my full erection carefully, wrapping her mouth around my member to tease me as she pulled herself away from the floor and positioned herself on top of the mattress. She lay on her back, raised the lower parts of her dress to give me access to her most private area. "Shove that dick inside of me", were her words, or something to that extent and again, being the good lad that my mom had raised me to be, I complied with her demands, and slowly, eased myself inside of her, my eyes widening at the feel of being confined by her walls.
“God…”
I moaned the almighty’s name again. It felt as though her walls had clasped me into a tight hold at first, only to ease its grip the more I moved. I glided myself in and out of her in a steady rhythm at first, trying to acclimate myself to this entire new experience. I pounded her slowly, increasing my pace leisurely, building a momentum for myself. One that increased as her moans continuously rang through my ears, motivating me to move at a faster pace with each passing thrust. It was a MISH position, just in case I might have missed that detail, with her legs spread wide, and her knees leaning towards her shoulders.
“Fuck me harder,”
She demanded gaspingly. It took me by surprise, since I thought I was moving at a good rhythm to begin with. But again, who am I to complain? I did as I was told and began to move swiftly, with stronger force to my thrusts. I pounded harder, almost relentlessly harder. I could hear the result of my motions coming into full effect through her repeated soft moans. Of course it might have been all a façade to make me feel like a stud, but I didn’t care. It enticed me to keep going, so I kept going.
We finally decided to change positions, after she asked if I wanted to take my shots at her from behind. I said yes, and we both assumed different position. I once again found myself back inside of her, this time fully engaged in a rear assault. I moved hard, flirting around with my rhythm: slowing down when necessary, and speeding up when I felt I had the energy to. She pointed to the mirror, so that I could see with my own eyes: the amount of happiness and adrenaline that seemed to be flowing through my body. I really did feel like I was Lex Steel going to work emphatically (her mirrors worked that kind of magic).
At some point, the inevitable happened to me. My legs started to cramp, so I slowed my pace, decreased the intensity in my thrusts, began moving at a much slower pace as my breathing became hitched and tired. I thought, yeah, this is the perfect time to move sensually and tantalizingly, so I attempted to do just that. However, the lady got upset (role playing), she yearned for more, demanding that I go harder. ‘come on, even the 70 year old guys that I see can fuck me harder than that’ (she said something to that effect)
OH NO SHE DIDN’T!
My mind exploded, she was teasing me, challenging me. Of course, I didn’t feel insulted; I knew she was just trying to stimulate me with her dirty talking. I smirked arrogantly, grabbed her waist with a rough touch that she responded well to. I then pushed through the pain of my leg cramps as I pummeled her insides harder and harder. “Yes, that’s it” I remember her moaning something like that. I swung hard, stilled, and drove my gun deep inside of her (or at least the deepest that I could physically reach), doing so all in perfect synchronicity.
She quivered and often slurred her words in the form of moans. The bed was trembling; I was the source of that. It was a great feeling. Hell, I felt like a king. She glanced over her shoulders and asked if I wanted to shove it up her ass. I nodded apprehensively, agreeing, to give it to her from behind. She instructed me what to do. I grabbed the lube and poured it over her cleft. Once that was taken care of, I eased the head of my member through the tightness of her walls, trying to glide my gun inside. My eyes broadened instantaneously. It was so fucking tight. Her walls clenched around me fervently, I tried to bite my lips from emitting a moan, but the sensation was much too hard to swallow.
I strode slowly at first, accustoming myself to the newfound tightness and position. Eventually, I picked up my pace, thrusting harder, and harder, stilling to station myself, only to restate my assault – again, all in perfect synchronicity. She seemed to enjoy it. I know I was. Although, for some reason, I still couldn’t force that desire to elude myself. Regardless of how hard or how slow I pounded. I stayed rock hard, without one single drop of my own juices.
My member’s unwillingness to release itself became a theme of our session. I don’t know why, I just couldn’t. It was nothing on her, she was so sexy, had been so good to me, that it must have been me having a technical issue. Eventually, our session became a little game of who can make me reach my climax first. We shuffled around from different positions and sexual techniques or whatever: switching from MISH, to Doggy, to titty-fucking, back to BBBJ, in our collective (and my desperate) efforts to make me reach my climax.
It was fun, but at some point, it became a little embarrassing for me. I certainly hope that it wasn’t a nuisance for her, I felt horrible. I don’t know why it just didn’t want to happen. It was finally during her sensual, sloppy, and passionate BBJ (with a mix of mammary intercourse) that I reached my orgasm and came all over her large bosom (of course I alerted her that it was coming before hand).
My mind spoke as I watched her take my member into her mouth, giving it one final wet kiss. My thirst? Fully quenched. I had a blast. It was tiring, painful (the cramp), but all worth it. She stood up and pressed her lips upon mine, I kissed her back and thanked her, also apologized for taking that long to finally get off. She laughed, and said it was all good, nothing to be ashamed off or fret over – which was assuring and comforting. We went a little over our scheduled time, so I didn’t have a chance to cuddle and all of that stuff. So instead, I headed for the shower, took a quick one, and dressed myself up before rejoining her.
FINAL VERDICT
We chatted for a long while, maybe 10 minutes or so. It felt like a lengthy chit chat. Let me tell you something, Amber will make you feel like you guys were old high school buddies, who decided to randomly knock some boots after a long session of Halo 4 multiplayer. She’s just that laid back, easy and fun to talk to; she’s very engaging and keeps you interested. We basically chatted about life, a little about politics, school (since I’m a uni student), and various other topics.
Time had gone by so fast that I didn’t even get the chance to really explore her body, and do some other things that I would have liked to try. We got so caught up in that challenge of just making me cum, that we forgot all the other fun stuff about sex. And no, I’m not faulting her at all, just saying that I wish I had more time. Maybe we’ll go through it in our next session; I do intend to see her again at an unspecified time in the future.
She made me feel like a pornstar, which is always a bonus, right? So yeah, I had a hell of a time. I’d definitely recommend (and repeat). If you’re into MILFs (like I am) then yes, go right ahead. If you have no restrictions, go right ahead. If you want some fun, go right ahead! She’s perfect. I achieved my fantasy of making love to a Milf, up next, maybe a squirting sp o: wish me luck!
Before I go on, I apologize in advance if my writing is unpleasant and hard to read. English is not really my first language (French Canadian ya’ll!) so excuse the horrible punctuation, potential excessive grammar errors, syntax and so forth. I hope you, nevertheless, enjoy your read… or something.
SO! Let the story begin….
Two weeks ago, or well, even recently I found myself to be in a very sexual high (I mean, aren’t we all to some extent?), and sure, being a young guy, most would simply suggest to just jerk your meat and that’s it; thirst quenched, sexual hanger satisfied and full. I found myself wanting it bad: virtual love making just wasn’t cutting it for me anymore. As much as I love Tori Black, Asa Akira, Lily Cater, Mason Moore, whatever acts they appeared to be performing in their respective videos, became tedious and uninteresting to my mind. Heck, even my The Walther PPK/S seemed to have lost interest on these highly attractive pornstars. Pardon the pun, been going through a long James Bond marathon due to Skyfall),
I found myself searching the topic matter ‘escorts’ and eventually that led me here (https://terb.cc). I searched hard. After a whole lot of research (and assistance from Celticman), I ultimately chose Amber, aka Foxxxy Lady. I texted her on Thursday night, and she replied to me the next morning, telling me that I could call whenever I had the chance. Which I did and we booked our session.
Once I got to her location, I called her up between 8 to 12 minutes before our scheduled appointment. She answered in her sexy voice and told me that she would meet me downstairs in five minutes. Those were a long, nervous five minutes. Each passing second felt like an eternity. I felt like Prometheus, chained to a rock, a flaming rock, that burned continuously, making me more nervous and nervous.
Five minutes had passed; I look at my phone to see Amber’s number flashing on the screen. I answer. My hand shuddered. It was an unpleasantly cold Friday that day, which worsened my anxiety or at least made me seem even more nervous. Amber’s vivacious voice warmed me up, just faintly, as she told me where to meet her. She was standing somewhere in the front entrance of the building, and I was stationed somewhere in the back (I initially thought it was the front, but oh well).
I go to meet her and the first thing I noticed is how tall and slim she truly was. Yeah, her reviews were definitely on point with that one. I’m standing at 5’8, and she had her heels on. I believe that alone heightened her up to at least 5’10. Anyways, we headed inside the building and she led us to the elevator.
The moment the doors of the elevator closed, she brushed her lips softly against mine, as I remained glued against the steel wall of what little confinement we were stuck in. She then rhythmically swayed her hips on one spot, turning around to press her arse roughly against my crotch. Oh My God. I nervously looked around, stunned by her boldness. Numbed, because I did not know how to respond to her movements, yet my body acted of its own will, as I found my hands gripping each side of her waist, holding on to her for leverage as she grinded against me, simultaneous stroking the bulge that was growing inside my pants. What really did it was her soft and seductive moan as she pressed harder.
The elevator doors opened before us, my eyes widened since it was all so unexpected. She pulled away from me and led me to the entrance of her apartment. Once we entered, my mind began speculating on what else she had in-store for me. She had been so unpredictable with her physical, sensual, greeting in the elevator that I wondered what she would do next. I was nervous, trembling a little. I’m sure she picked up on it. She tried her best to make me feel comfortable (and it worked). The transition to me becoming less nervous went quite well and smoothly through our engaging conversation. Eventually our little chit chat came to an end and I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Once I got out, I was greeted to some very classic, jazz music (or so I think it was). I ventured to her room (wrapped in a white towel), only to spot her sporting a long, red-scarlet dress. Her hair was even made to resemble the infamous “Peek-A-Boo” hairstyle pioneered by Veronica Lake. Something I only noticed once she dressed herself to look the part. I was so enthralled, I remember emitting a soft ‘whoa’ received only by her sassy, sounding moan (produced in a quiet chuckle) as I approached her.
She leaned into my lips and kissed me delicately. Our exchanged turned in to a small series of kisses. It was marvelous. She tasted like strawberries, might have been some sort of lip gloss, or something, maybe it was cherries? I can’t really fathom its flavour since my memory can’t seem to recall it, but it was definitely appetizing.
Amber began taking her clothes off, she moved leisurely. She slipped her two shoulder straps down her arms, exposing her voluptuous breasts before my eyes. I gazed, with my tongue licking my lips ravenously. I hesitated at first, unsure of whether I was allowed to touch or not, but a quick glance into her eyes signalled to me that it was okay to glide my hands over her firm and impressive mounts. I fondled them.
Suddenly, my companion once again took initiative. She slowly lowered herself down to her knees, tugging off the white towel that was formerly wrapped around my waist, only to station herself right in front of my hardened cock. My eyes widened at the sight. I looked down below and noticed her lips inching closer to the head of my sex. I tried to gaze at her, intrigued, interested, wanting to see what she would do with my member, and how she would go about it, but she guided my eyes towards the mirror. She didn’t say it, but I could tell that she was urging me to look at myself; to look at us pretending to be wild pornstars.
I complied with her demands without a single protest and gazed at our reflection. I was initially confused, but then immediately made sense of what she wanted me to see and why she wanted me to see it. My lips quickly spread into a slight grin as I felt her warm, moist, mouth envelop the body of my gun. ‘Oh… fuck…” I whimpered a soft groan as my legs quivered at the touch.
I cannot really get into explicit details, but it sure felt heavenly. I could not stop groaning in pleasure. And I apologize if that made her feel uncomfortable but being taken into her mouth felt that amazingly satisfying. She provided an amazing BBBJ mixed with some DT. And, to make me feel even better, she also took me in between her breasts and allowed me to titty fuck her. I was in pure nirvana and that was only the beginning.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
She said something to that extent in her rigid, seductive, tired voice. I’m sure all you guys know what tone I’m talking about. I nodded readily and emitted an out of breath sounding ‘Yeah…’ simply over taking by her oral skills alone. She slipped out a rubber and covered my full erection carefully, wrapping her mouth around my member to tease me as she pulled herself away from the floor and positioned herself on top of the mattress. She lay on her back, raised the lower parts of her dress to give me access to her most private area. "Shove that dick inside of me", were her words, or something to that extent and again, being the good lad that my mom had raised me to be, I complied with her demands, and slowly, eased myself inside of her, my eyes widening at the feel of being confined by her walls.
“God…”
I moaned the almighty’s name again. It felt as though her walls had clasped me into a tight hold at first, only to ease its grip the more I moved. I glided myself in and out of her in a steady rhythm at first, trying to acclimate myself to this entire new experience. I pounded her slowly, increasing my pace leisurely, building a momentum for myself. One that increased as her moans continuously rang through my ears, motivating me to move at a faster pace with each passing thrust. It was a MISH position, just in case I might have missed that detail, with her legs spread wide, and her knees leaning towards her shoulders.
“Fuck me harder,”
She demanded gaspingly. It took me by surprise, since I thought I was moving at a good rhythm to begin with. But again, who am I to complain? I did as I was told and began to move swiftly, with stronger force to my thrusts. I pounded harder, almost relentlessly harder. I could hear the result of my motions coming into full effect through her repeated soft moans. Of course it might have been all a façade to make me feel like a stud, but I didn’t care. It enticed me to keep going, so I kept going.
We finally decided to change positions, after she asked if I wanted to take my shots at her from behind. I said yes, and we both assumed different position. I once again found myself back inside of her, this time fully engaged in a rear assault. I moved hard, flirting around with my rhythm: slowing down when necessary, and speeding up when I felt I had the energy to. She pointed to the mirror, so that I could see with my own eyes: the amount of happiness and adrenaline that seemed to be flowing through my body. I really did feel like I was Lex Steel going to work emphatically (her mirrors worked that kind of magic).
At some point, the inevitable happened to me. My legs started to cramp, so I slowed my pace, decreased the intensity in my thrusts, began moving at a much slower pace as my breathing became hitched and tired. I thought, yeah, this is the perfect time to move sensually and tantalizingly, so I attempted to do just that. However, the lady got upset (role playing), she yearned for more, demanding that I go harder. ‘come on, even the 70 year old guys that I see can fuck me harder than that’ (she said something to that effect)
OH NO SHE DIDN’T!
My mind exploded, she was teasing me, challenging me. Of course, I didn’t feel insulted; I knew she was just trying to stimulate me with her dirty talking. I smirked arrogantly, grabbed her waist with a rough touch that she responded well to. I then pushed through the pain of my leg cramps as I pummeled her insides harder and harder. “Yes, that’s it” I remember her moaning something like that. I swung hard, stilled, and drove my gun deep inside of her (or at least the deepest that I could physically reach), doing so all in perfect synchronicity.
She quivered and often slurred her words in the form of moans. The bed was trembling; I was the source of that. It was a great feeling. Hell, I felt like a king. She glanced over her shoulders and asked if I wanted to shove it up her ass. I nodded apprehensively, agreeing, to give it to her from behind. She instructed me what to do. I grabbed the lube and poured it over her cleft. Once that was taken care of, I eased the head of my member through the tightness of her walls, trying to glide my gun inside. My eyes broadened instantaneously. It was so fucking tight. Her walls clenched around me fervently, I tried to bite my lips from emitting a moan, but the sensation was much too hard to swallow.
I strode slowly at first, accustoming myself to the newfound tightness and position. Eventually, I picked up my pace, thrusting harder, and harder, stilling to station myself, only to restate my assault – again, all in perfect synchronicity. She seemed to enjoy it. I know I was. Although, for some reason, I still couldn’t force that desire to elude myself. Regardless of how hard or how slow I pounded. I stayed rock hard, without one single drop of my own juices.
My member’s unwillingness to release itself became a theme of our session. I don’t know why, I just couldn’t. It was nothing on her, she was so sexy, had been so good to me, that it must have been me having a technical issue. Eventually, our session became a little game of who can make me reach my climax first. We shuffled around from different positions and sexual techniques or whatever: switching from MISH, to Doggy, to titty-fucking, back to BBBJ, in our collective (and my desperate) efforts to make me reach my climax.
It was fun, but at some point, it became a little embarrassing for me. I certainly hope that it wasn’t a nuisance for her, I felt horrible. I don’t know why it just didn’t want to happen. It was finally during her sensual, sloppy, and passionate BBJ (with a mix of mammary intercourse) that I reached my orgasm and came all over her large bosom (of course I alerted her that it was coming before hand).
My mind spoke as I watched her take my member into her mouth, giving it one final wet kiss. My thirst? Fully quenched. I had a blast. It was tiring, painful (the cramp), but all worth it. She stood up and pressed her lips upon mine, I kissed her back and thanked her, also apologized for taking that long to finally get off. She laughed, and said it was all good, nothing to be ashamed off or fret over – which was assuring and comforting. We went a little over our scheduled time, so I didn’t have a chance to cuddle and all of that stuff. So instead, I headed for the shower, took a quick one, and dressed myself up before rejoining her.
FINAL VERDICT
We chatted for a long while, maybe 10 minutes or so. It felt like a lengthy chit chat. Let me tell you something, Amber will make you feel like you guys were old high school buddies, who decided to randomly knock some boots after a long session of Halo 4 multiplayer. She’s just that laid back, easy and fun to talk to; she’s very engaging and keeps you interested. We basically chatted about life, a little about politics, school (since I’m a uni student), and various other topics.
Time had gone by so fast that I didn’t even get the chance to really explore her body, and do some other things that I would have liked to try. We got so caught up in that challenge of just making me cum, that we forgot all the other fun stuff about sex. And no, I’m not faulting her at all, just saying that I wish I had more time. Maybe we’ll go through it in our next session; I do intend to see her again at an unspecified time in the future.
She made me feel like a pornstar, which is always a bonus, right? So yeah, I had a hell of a time. I’d definitely recommend (and repeat). If you’re into MILFs (like I am) then yes, go right ahead. If you have no restrictions, go right ahead. If you want some fun, go right ahead! She’s perfect. I achieved my fantasy of making love to a Milf, up next, maybe a squirting sp o: wish me luck!
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