Classic Latin American Fire!
Aahhhhh! The memories of Lutron, in Medellin, come back to me, each hot centerfold-worthy babe parades past me as I sip chilled cervesa and as she utters: “Presento”, dropping her wrap to reveal the stunning lingerie-clad body underneath, one gorgeous model after another after another. Karla takes me back. She is the pure Colombian beauty, petite, with long straight dark hair, curves in all the right places with all the right proportions, high cheek bones and a pretty face. I was ushered in to her hotel room quickly, with a light kiss (no LFK) and a warm hug. She is animated, talkative, and very personable, with a thick sexy accent. It's her first trip this far west, a tranplant to Montreal of three years ago now studying there. Tuition is expensive these days, I am glad to do my part helping all these destitute students, well, the female ones, seeking financial assistance in Winnipeg.
We kissed lightly and talked while we both struggled simultaneously to undress me. Poor girl had never undone a man's tie before, it seemed. She wore a sequined cocktail dress, a flimsy red thong...and that's it. She was quite a good hostess, asking me where I wanted to put my belongings and making sure I was organized so I didn't forget anything when I left. Although she has never been here before, making the decision to come to River City on short notice, she seems to have booked up fast and even had a pile of gifts by the door after just two days, a reflection of how rapidly MGF has developed its reputation and brand at the Forks.
We made out a little bit more, with conversation turning to Montreal, Bogota (her home), Cartagena and Medellin. Even said a thing or two about Winnipeg. It turns out we have even partied at the same Medellin night club: Mango's. She seemed ambivalent about Montreal, and misses Colombia.......and so do I!
As a true-born Latin American woman she likes being sexy, likes sex, oozes sexual energy, and gets horny very easily very fast, which I like. And true to her culture, she likes a man's man, a guy who is strong and will lead. Unlike Winnipeg women, for whom frigidity is more than just the climate, and chronic frostbite of the nipples and clit has given them all the sexual charm, attractiveness and energy of a Jenny Gerbasi.
I took her away from the window and sat myself on the bed, letting her straddle me as we made out and I fumbled to find a way to get her dress off. One lift, and it was tossed to the corner, to reveal perky 34Cs and small dark nipples. Some light kissing of the neck and of her lips, and she was fired up!
“You want to do IT now.......”, she uttered a little self-consciously, inviting me for my first shot but really down to fuck right away, “...or you want a massage first? I am a certified masseuse”. Such a great lady, thinking of and deferring to the client's wants and desires first. My neck and shoulders were very tight, so I went with the massage. “You lie here, make yourself comfortable”, I spread myself prone across the bed as she fetched a nearly empty bottle of baby oil. A lot of clients before me seemed to have gone with the massage first.
She gives a pretty good deep tissue massage, and worked my whole backside rather well. I could of let this go on for days, but she wanted to keep moving along. “You want some more, or you want...ME?” I pulled her down to the bed and kissed her somemore, but really couldn't wring LFK out of her. My hands roamed, she has a heart-shaped ass that cups easily in my palm. She worked her way down to my rising flagpole, giving it a good oral massaging as I watched.
I pulled her up and rolled her on to her back. I kissed her on the neck and lips again as she said: “I really like to be kissed here” pointing to her nipples. They are sensitive to touch but once I started licking and sucking them I owned her! She loves this! Karlas is very responsive, writhing and moaning while I played one nipple, then the other. After teasing her a bit this way, I worked my way to her shaved pussy.
This lady just eats up being eaten up; she LOVES DATY. Very responsive and writhing on the bed, putting her hand on my head to encourage me, moaning and arching her back lightly. I didn't even need to try digits. She went into her mantra: “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I kept teasing her, pulling my tongue away whenever her back started to arch a little bit, with her crying “MORE, MORE. Why you stop?” :frusty: I love that reaction from women when I suddenly stop DATY, and without saying a word, dive back in abruptly and suck even harder, grabbing her breasts at the same time and watching her reaction turn instantly from anger to bliss. Geez, I'm a devil!
“Enough already! I want you inside me.” She was really horny, and seeing her like that made my stiffy turn diamond-hard. “Where's the condom? I have to find the condom”. A bit of an oversight on our part in the heat of the moment. She rummaged around and found one, tossed the package to me suddenly as I kneeled on the bed, her blowing me vigorously as I tried to concentrate on ripping the wrapper open with my teeth, mesmerized by the view of her gorgeous ass while feeling her throat ride up and down my dink. I tried to let this go on for a bit but the lady wanted cock.
She turned herself around 180 degrees to doggie position, presenting her derriere for my pleasure, saying: “I'm gonna cum like this”. My rocket slid in easily, like impaling brie cheese on a nail, her pussy warm and tight. She started the back-and-forth motion on her own right away, anxious to ride the white snake. “Grab my breasts”, as she leaned up, holding herself up off the bed with her left hand and grabbing my hand to indicate she wanted me to massage her right boob. She was on fire! I braced her petite frame and boob firmly between my hands as I banged her hard.
Self-control is always a challenge for me in the firm grip of doggie style, but I hung in there. I was a bit annoyed that she kept asking me if I had cum yet, all the while squirming around herself, her head down on the bed and then back up again to my face. What a great ass and narrow waist, her behind nestled right into my loins! I am surprised how many women have trouble telling if a man has cum when his salami is hidden from them; it's really easy to tell, girls, if we pull it out it means we are done and there is a messy condom for you to dispose of. And in my case, management will phone to complain about the noise. The question “Have you cum?” should never be asked, right guys? It's unnecessary pressure. When a man finally dispenses his soft ice cream in your dark place we'll tell you your sundae is now ready. Trust us on that one.
I collapsed to the bed :faint: and she dutifully cleaned me up. I find the Latin American woman almost as attentive of male needs as the Oriental woman, and generally a whole lot sexier in appearance and aura. However, she was nervous about moving things along, her bookings are very close together, 15 minutes, like GOE, and the rule is the man has to hit the shower 10 minutes before time's-up and be out right on time. I took the hint, as I had a lot of winter garments to crawl back into. I kept the conversation going as I showered down, got dressed, kissed her good-bye at the threshold of the closed door and headed back to the busy daytime street, I believe on time.
Damage: $$.5/hr (special promo rate as it was her first Winnipeg visit)
L: 9
A: 10
S: 9
Atmosphere: 8 – she found a decent Winnipeg radio station.
Comments: The hotel is very near the U of W, and daytime parking is difficult. With the Jets back, and playing three home games next week, I hope the visiting ladies stay by the airport for the rest of the winter.
There were a lot of interruptions during my session. The cleaning staff even tried to get in despite the privacy sign being hung out, and we forgot to put the second door lock on (but if it's a gorgeous cleaning lady, sure, an impromptu threesome is always welcome). the hotel phone kept ringing, and at least once she answered it. Apparently it had to do with scheduling the cleaning staff at the right time.
I did feel a little rushed. MGF is making the bookings very tight, and I got the impression Karla was feeling the pressure to keep things moving along. I hope all the “Did you cum yet?” was not her wanting to wrap things up ASAP. IMHO, 15 minutes is too little between appointments.
Booking was smooth, with a well-organized system of online confirmation. I think the agency still expected the usual right-before-the-session confirmation but this was never discussed, and they had given me the room # at the time of booking. And my Rogers service failed that morning. Damn Rogers!
In retrospect, especially with the promo rate, I should have booked at least two hours to avail myself to both prolonged deep tissue massage and MSOG with this Latino firecracker. Enjoy her and the massage, boys, because now you know what makes her weak at the knees and hot for you!
Aahhhhh! The memories of Lutron, in Medellin, come back to me, each hot centerfold-worthy babe parades past me as I sip chilled cervesa and as she utters: “Presento”, dropping her wrap to reveal the stunning lingerie-clad body underneath, one gorgeous model after another after another. Karla takes me back. She is the pure Colombian beauty, petite, with long straight dark hair, curves in all the right places with all the right proportions, high cheek bones and a pretty face. I was ushered in to her hotel room quickly, with a light kiss (no LFK) and a warm hug. She is animated, talkative, and very personable, with a thick sexy accent. It's her first trip this far west, a tranplant to Montreal of three years ago now studying there. Tuition is expensive these days, I am glad to do my part helping all these destitute students, well, the female ones, seeking financial assistance in Winnipeg.
We kissed lightly and talked while we both struggled simultaneously to undress me. Poor girl had never undone a man's tie before, it seemed. She wore a sequined cocktail dress, a flimsy red thong...and that's it. She was quite a good hostess, asking me where I wanted to put my belongings and making sure I was organized so I didn't forget anything when I left. Although she has never been here before, making the decision to come to River City on short notice, she seems to have booked up fast and even had a pile of gifts by the door after just two days, a reflection of how rapidly MGF has developed its reputation and brand at the Forks.
We made out a little bit more, with conversation turning to Montreal, Bogota (her home), Cartagena and Medellin. Even said a thing or two about Winnipeg. It turns out we have even partied at the same Medellin night club: Mango's. She seemed ambivalent about Montreal, and misses Colombia.......and so do I!
As a true-born Latin American woman she likes being sexy, likes sex, oozes sexual energy, and gets horny very easily very fast, which I like. And true to her culture, she likes a man's man, a guy who is strong and will lead. Unlike Winnipeg women, for whom frigidity is more than just the climate, and chronic frostbite of the nipples and clit has given them all the sexual charm, attractiveness and energy of a Jenny Gerbasi.
I took her away from the window and sat myself on the bed, letting her straddle me as we made out and I fumbled to find a way to get her dress off. One lift, and it was tossed to the corner, to reveal perky 34Cs and small dark nipples. Some light kissing of the neck and of her lips, and she was fired up!
“You want to do IT now.......”, she uttered a little self-consciously, inviting me for my first shot but really down to fuck right away, “...or you want a massage first? I am a certified masseuse”. Such a great lady, thinking of and deferring to the client's wants and desires first. My neck and shoulders were very tight, so I went with the massage. “You lie here, make yourself comfortable”, I spread myself prone across the bed as she fetched a nearly empty bottle of baby oil. A lot of clients before me seemed to have gone with the massage first.
She gives a pretty good deep tissue massage, and worked my whole backside rather well. I could of let this go on for days, but she wanted to keep moving along. “You want some more, or you want...ME?” I pulled her down to the bed and kissed her somemore, but really couldn't wring LFK out of her. My hands roamed, she has a heart-shaped ass that cups easily in my palm. She worked her way down to my rising flagpole, giving it a good oral massaging as I watched.
I pulled her up and rolled her on to her back. I kissed her on the neck and lips again as she said: “I really like to be kissed here” pointing to her nipples. They are sensitive to touch but once I started licking and sucking them I owned her! She loves this! Karlas is very responsive, writhing and moaning while I played one nipple, then the other. After teasing her a bit this way, I worked my way to her shaved pussy.
This lady just eats up being eaten up; she LOVES DATY. Very responsive and writhing on the bed, putting her hand on my head to encourage me, moaning and arching her back lightly. I didn't even need to try digits. She went into her mantra: “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I kept teasing her, pulling my tongue away whenever her back started to arch a little bit, with her crying “MORE, MORE. Why you stop?” :frusty: I love that reaction from women when I suddenly stop DATY, and without saying a word, dive back in abruptly and suck even harder, grabbing her breasts at the same time and watching her reaction turn instantly from anger to bliss. Geez, I'm a devil!
“Enough already! I want you inside me.” She was really horny, and seeing her like that made my stiffy turn diamond-hard. “Where's the condom? I have to find the condom”. A bit of an oversight on our part in the heat of the moment. She rummaged around and found one, tossed the package to me suddenly as I kneeled on the bed, her blowing me vigorously as I tried to concentrate on ripping the wrapper open with my teeth, mesmerized by the view of her gorgeous ass while feeling her throat ride up and down my dink. I tried to let this go on for a bit but the lady wanted cock.
She turned herself around 180 degrees to doggie position, presenting her derriere for my pleasure, saying: “I'm gonna cum like this”. My rocket slid in easily, like impaling brie cheese on a nail, her pussy warm and tight. She started the back-and-forth motion on her own right away, anxious to ride the white snake. “Grab my breasts”, as she leaned up, holding herself up off the bed with her left hand and grabbing my hand to indicate she wanted me to massage her right boob. She was on fire! I braced her petite frame and boob firmly between my hands as I banged her hard.
Self-control is always a challenge for me in the firm grip of doggie style, but I hung in there. I was a bit annoyed that she kept asking me if I had cum yet, all the while squirming around herself, her head down on the bed and then back up again to my face. What a great ass and narrow waist, her behind nestled right into my loins! I am surprised how many women have trouble telling if a man has cum when his salami is hidden from them; it's really easy to tell, girls, if we pull it out it means we are done and there is a messy condom for you to dispose of. And in my case, management will phone to complain about the noise. The question “Have you cum?” should never be asked, right guys? It's unnecessary pressure. When a man finally dispenses his soft ice cream in your dark place we'll tell you your sundae is now ready. Trust us on that one.
I collapsed to the bed :faint: and she dutifully cleaned me up. I find the Latin American woman almost as attentive of male needs as the Oriental woman, and generally a whole lot sexier in appearance and aura. However, she was nervous about moving things along, her bookings are very close together, 15 minutes, like GOE, and the rule is the man has to hit the shower 10 minutes before time's-up and be out right on time. I took the hint, as I had a lot of winter garments to crawl back into. I kept the conversation going as I showered down, got dressed, kissed her good-bye at the threshold of the closed door and headed back to the busy daytime street, I believe on time.
Damage: $$.5/hr (special promo rate as it was her first Winnipeg visit)
L: 9
A: 10
S: 9
Atmosphere: 8 – she found a decent Winnipeg radio station.
Comments: The hotel is very near the U of W, and daytime parking is difficult. With the Jets back, and playing three home games next week, I hope the visiting ladies stay by the airport for the rest of the winter.
There were a lot of interruptions during my session. The cleaning staff even tried to get in despite the privacy sign being hung out, and we forgot to put the second door lock on (but if it's a gorgeous cleaning lady, sure, an impromptu threesome is always welcome). the hotel phone kept ringing, and at least once she answered it. Apparently it had to do with scheduling the cleaning staff at the right time.
I did feel a little rushed. MGF is making the bookings very tight, and I got the impression Karla was feeling the pressure to keep things moving along. I hope all the “Did you cum yet?” was not her wanting to wrap things up ASAP. IMHO, 15 minutes is too little between appointments.
Booking was smooth, with a well-organized system of online confirmation. I think the agency still expected the usual right-before-the-session confirmation but this was never discussed, and they had given me the room # at the time of booking. And my Rogers service failed that morning. Damn Rogers!
In retrospect, especially with the promo rate, I should have booked at least two hours to avail myself to both prolonged deep tissue massage and MSOG with this Latino firecracker. Enjoy her and the massage, boys, because now you know what makes her weak at the knees and hot for you!
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