Last evening I ventured out to LS in Norwalk. I was greeted by a statuesque doll named "J" She is at least 5'8 -5'9. with small b's. In conversation she told me that she modeled for a designer back home, and I saw no reason to doubt her.
Her massage skills were nil, but she can do the Serta shuffle with the best of the best. I recieved a three minute sack lapping,and shaft licking. One feature that is memorable was she seemed REAL, not a cloned robot type if you know what I mean. She installed the "london fog" weather balloon and went to town, so much so that she did the ole' stomach recoil with gag assist
After 10 minutes of her deep throating, and gagging I decided to do the Wolf howl style,and tap that hot sweet box of hers. I started out with a smooth oil rigging rythym, then graduated to a Jethro Tull "Locomotive breath" charge, ending with a violent yet controlled explosion in to the pink hazmat container.
After the smoke cleared I spanked her rump, and came up with a handful of blood. Not frightened, I quickly assured her that everything was cool, she grabbed me and bolted in to the shower, and washed me along with herself clean. "Her friend" came along with us that evening. She is a doll, but I don't think she will be there for long from what she mentioned. A great time was had by all.
Skid-Out..