A little review on Zayla (ok a massive review, it wouldn’t let me post it all)
First and foremost I’ve only seen 2 ladies, lucky and zayla, so this review could be taken with a grain of salt.
Where to start? I suppose every story has a beginning, and that’s where one should begin. Setting up a time to see her was easy, there was a screening process, and I did have to send out some personal info and pics. Given her website and her reputation I was comfortable doing so.
Her replies were prompt, light hearted, slightly flirty, but with none of the typical bullshit that turns me off and makes me walk away (calling me baby, bad communication, bad spelling, copy paste, etc). I really can’t handle being gushed over in a totally fake and forced way, and she did none of that. Thank you for treating me like I have a brain above my waste.
after setting up a date she met me at an undisclosed location dressed like a normal person, there was no crazy ridiculously tall heels, no bar star out fit, just Zayla. The location was quaint, public, and had seating so I could fidget nervously. I really appreciated her manner of dress, if I’m anything, I’m weird, I don’t like extravagant.
Seeing Zayla in person was not as expected, and I do not mean this in a bad way at all, I had merely made up a fictional person to represent her in my head before meeting. When she walked up she had a great big beaming smile, and embraced Me with a big fat juicy hug, it’s also worth noting she waited for me to let go first (it’s the little details that I like to *think* I notice). She was gorgeous, but I knew it would only get better from there. We chatted briefly as we walked to her place, the conversation was easy, but I could feel her probing me, trying to glean information she might use. It was a good feeling knowing that I was in the hands of someone that paid attention to detail, she was studying me like I was prey, and I was more than happy to divulge any information that might help her make a kill.
I would like to note here that she was genuine in her conversation, genuine in her replies, and she really helped put me at as ease. She went first walking up the stairs to her place, undoubtedly to let me get a good look at what was to come, and my god…her pictures do not do that ass justice. Not even close.
By the time we had entered her place I was a wreck, nervous, my legs were shaking, and I didn’t know what to do next haha. She gave me another big hug, looked me in the eyes, and started kissing me. Now. A few notes at this point. She had great eyeliner on, it was very…Egyptian I do believe she called it, but a fool like me said it was very kawaii tiktok lol. Hey. I’m young enough to watch those in public without being called a pervert
! So that was like a little minor fantasy ticked off the ol bucket list right there haha. I’m not a huge fan of makeup, and other than the eyeliner she kept it sparse. Love it. Secondly she was probing again, this time with kisses, slowly feeling out how I like to kiss. She was making mental notes again, and she very clearly put those notes to use later.
Anyways! Her place was clean, Spartan, and lovely. Everything was there for a reason, everything had a purpose, things were placed with thought and care. She even had a stripper pole which she kindly offered to use, I declined, but in retrospect I believe she would would have put on a good show, woops! Next time maybe?
I was admittedly still nervous at this point, though she had done wonders to calm me down, lots of smiling, gentle affections, and not pushy. She directed me to the shower, then lightly reminded me about payment. My bad, I had forgotten, but she reminded me in such a fashion that I didn’t feel bad, and I could tell she wasn’t actually worried.
Now im not sure about you guys, but halfway through my shower I knew it was game time, I had a job to do, and my dick knew it as well. He was prepping for the job at hand.
I walked out of the shower butt naked, there was no point in being shy now, she was well aware by this point that I had fell off the powerlifting wagon at the start of covid. She had her great big beaming smile on when she looked at me, came over and started kissing me while playing with my cock. I finally got my hands on that amazing ass. Gentlemen. Her pictures do not do her ass justice, for such a petite little thing this woman has a monster bubble butt. It was the perfect mix of firm, toned, and squeezable. I mean I thought lucky had a nice bum, and she does, but GOD DAMN Zayla. Lookin like one of them rap guys girlfriends or something. I could just go on and on about it. Her clothes aren’t even off yet, she’s clearly applying her notes while kissing me, her ass is molesting my hand (she loves having it manhandled, she was pushing right back on to my hands) and she is caressing my cock. Like skillfully, there’s no robotic feeling to it, it felt as if she really wanted to pleasure me, and I genuinely believe that’s exactly what she wanted.
enough was enough though, I had to push the filthy little pervert off me, I needed to see her naked. She almost looked disappointed when she let go of my cock, maybe she was, or maybe that’s part of the game. Either way, it was a winner move. I told her I wanted to see her naked, she gave me a playful little look, turned around and started slowly pulling her pants down while looking back at me in the most seductive manner possible. You guys know that scene from the movies where the girls slowly pulling her pants down and moving her hips from side to side. Yeah. She’s doing that. Slowly. It’s driving me nuts. TAKE THE DAMN THINGS OFF before I nut damnit! You know what you’re doin you little vixen, and I applaud you.
First and foremost I’ve only seen 2 ladies, lucky and zayla, so this review could be taken with a grain of salt.
Where to start? I suppose every story has a beginning, and that’s where one should begin. Setting up a time to see her was easy, there was a screening process, and I did have to send out some personal info and pics. Given her website and her reputation I was comfortable doing so.
Her replies were prompt, light hearted, slightly flirty, but with none of the typical bullshit that turns me off and makes me walk away (calling me baby, bad communication, bad spelling, copy paste, etc). I really can’t handle being gushed over in a totally fake and forced way, and she did none of that. Thank you for treating me like I have a brain above my waste.
after setting up a date she met me at an undisclosed location dressed like a normal person, there was no crazy ridiculously tall heels, no bar star out fit, just Zayla. The location was quaint, public, and had seating so I could fidget nervously. I really appreciated her manner of dress, if I’m anything, I’m weird, I don’t like extravagant.
Seeing Zayla in person was not as expected, and I do not mean this in a bad way at all, I had merely made up a fictional person to represent her in my head before meeting. When she walked up she had a great big beaming smile, and embraced Me with a big fat juicy hug, it’s also worth noting she waited for me to let go first (it’s the little details that I like to *think* I notice). She was gorgeous, but I knew it would only get better from there. We chatted briefly as we walked to her place, the conversation was easy, but I could feel her probing me, trying to glean information she might use. It was a good feeling knowing that I was in the hands of someone that paid attention to detail, she was studying me like I was prey, and I was more than happy to divulge any information that might help her make a kill.
I would like to note here that she was genuine in her conversation, genuine in her replies, and she really helped put me at as ease. She went first walking up the stairs to her place, undoubtedly to let me get a good look at what was to come, and my god…her pictures do not do that ass justice. Not even close.
By the time we had entered her place I was a wreck, nervous, my legs were shaking, and I didn’t know what to do next haha. She gave me another big hug, looked me in the eyes, and started kissing me. Now. A few notes at this point. She had great eyeliner on, it was very…Egyptian I do believe she called it, but a fool like me said it was very kawaii tiktok lol. Hey. I’m young enough to watch those in public without being called a pervert
! So that was like a little minor fantasy ticked off the ol bucket list right there haha. I’m not a huge fan of makeup, and other than the eyeliner she kept it sparse. Love it. Secondly she was probing again, this time with kisses, slowly feeling out how I like to kiss. She was making mental notes again, and she very clearly put those notes to use later.Anyways! Her place was clean, Spartan, and lovely. Everything was there for a reason, everything had a purpose, things were placed with thought and care. She even had a stripper pole which she kindly offered to use, I declined, but in retrospect I believe she would would have put on a good show, woops! Next time maybe?
I was admittedly still nervous at this point, though she had done wonders to calm me down, lots of smiling, gentle affections, and not pushy. She directed me to the shower, then lightly reminded me about payment. My bad, I had forgotten, but she reminded me in such a fashion that I didn’t feel bad, and I could tell she wasn’t actually worried.
Now im not sure about you guys, but halfway through my shower I knew it was game time, I had a job to do, and my dick knew it as well. He was prepping for the job at hand.
I walked out of the shower butt naked, there was no point in being shy now, she was well aware by this point that I had fell off the powerlifting wagon at the start of covid. She had her great big beaming smile on when she looked at me, came over and started kissing me while playing with my cock. I finally got my hands on that amazing ass. Gentlemen. Her pictures do not do her ass justice, for such a petite little thing this woman has a monster bubble butt. It was the perfect mix of firm, toned, and squeezable. I mean I thought lucky had a nice bum, and she does, but GOD DAMN Zayla. Lookin like one of them rap guys girlfriends or something. I could just go on and on about it. Her clothes aren’t even off yet, she’s clearly applying her notes while kissing me, her ass is molesting my hand (she loves having it manhandled, she was pushing right back on to my hands) and she is caressing my cock. Like skillfully, there’s no robotic feeling to it, it felt as if she really wanted to pleasure me, and I genuinely believe that’s exactly what she wanted.
enough was enough though, I had to push the filthy little pervert off me, I needed to see her naked. She almost looked disappointed when she let go of my cock, maybe she was, or maybe that’s part of the game. Either way, it was a winner move. I told her I wanted to see her naked, she gave me a playful little look, turned around and started slowly pulling her pants down while looking back at me in the most seductive manner possible. You guys know that scene from the movies where the girls slowly pulling her pants down and moving her hips from side to side. Yeah. She’s doing that. Slowly. It’s driving me nuts. TAKE THE DAMN THINGS OFF before I nut damnit! You know what you’re doin you little vixen, and I applaud you.
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