Let me start off by saying as respectfully as I possibly can without bending the truth that physically the one-of-a-kind Sydney is very different than she lets on. If you're going to be disappointed because she does not have the naturally near-impossible barbie-doll body she advertises (they never do), please go somewhere else. However, if you are looking for a very sensual, erotic, intense and scintillatingly slippery unique session and you don't mind that your hostess has quite a few extra pounds like most of us, then I very highly recommend Sydney.
My curiosity about the special body-slide service Sydney has to offer was burning hot the other day. So I booked a late morning session and made my way to the Akane Spa. I was led to a dimly lit red and black room deep inside the infamous crimson closet and was told that Sydney would join me shortly. Now I've heard other disclaimers about Sydney's untruths in her advertising so I couldn't help but be a little nervous waiting for her to arrive. To my delight, in walked a very pretty and smiling cougarish woman with captivating eyes and hypnotic cleavage. I smiled and said that I was here for her famous body slide. Oh, a newbie! she says and flashes a sultry and mischevious grin of her own and examines a very quickly tightening area of my jeans. Now I always warn the new guys, she says, please tell me to slow down or stop if you need to, don't be embarrassed. Wait a second we have not even discussed the extent what we're going to do yet? No, no dear, I meant during the slide, it's just that intense for some people, she says with a wink. Gulp. I'll be back with the oil.
I shower up and wait for her face down on the double-wide massage table. She's back and hops up to join me and squirts on the first of many liberal marinades. She then skillfully goes to work with her hands and we begin connecting through some chit chat. However, the effectiveness of her massage gradually silences me in fairly short order. I am thoroughly impressed by her sensual technique. I can hear behind me the snaps and flops of lingerie being doffed and hitting the floor (always music to my ears). Again with the squirt bottle. Even a more ridiculous amount of oil than before. I am treated next by the unique feeling of a smooth, slippery meaty bare ass gliding and writhing up and down me from my shoulders to my ankles over and over again. More oil and a few giggles. This time she uses her soft chest and tummy. A minute or two of such an extensive effort would have been welcome, but Sydney goes on and on and on ever increases the tempo. I am now near-catatonic from the slippery erotic electrical storm happening to my posterior touch neurons. What? I have to flip over now? Oh my god! Now I understand what she warned me about. Things have got very intense. In fact they were intense right from the start.
I flip over and I'm greeted with a smile by my sexy, rubenesque, glistening companion. Again with the oil. She may as well just have taken the cap off the bottle this time. She leans in an gives me a sloppy and warm giant hug. She smears the oil without using her hands and pulls back and reaches down to guide my hands up to her massive shimmering breasts. She turns around and repeats the same sliding routine with even more enthusiasm than before. This time it is further enhanced by the visual of her efforts and her diligent attention to the area the most receptive to every slip and slide. Let me tell you the intensity kept building and building the entire time. I was astounded by the effort she put in. Every possible body part of her became part of the act. Extacy!
When it was over, I couldn't move. She turned on the multiple fans in the room to allow me now precious oxygenation and cooling. After a few minutes basking in the aftermath she commanded that I join her in the shower to get rid of all the oil. This endeavour took on a life of it's own as her diligent and soapy scrubbing and rubbing had me seriously considering some overtime.
I left in total awe of what just happened. Incredible value (typical MP rates) for the amount of work she puts in and it's effectiveness. To be honest, I think Sydney's body-type enhances the session. A bony girl would have ruined it. I have never had close to this much fun at a Parlour before!
My curiosity about the special body-slide service Sydney has to offer was burning hot the other day. So I booked a late morning session and made my way to the Akane Spa. I was led to a dimly lit red and black room deep inside the infamous crimson closet and was told that Sydney would join me shortly. Now I've heard other disclaimers about Sydney's untruths in her advertising so I couldn't help but be a little nervous waiting for her to arrive. To my delight, in walked a very pretty and smiling cougarish woman with captivating eyes and hypnotic cleavage. I smiled and said that I was here for her famous body slide. Oh, a newbie! she says and flashes a sultry and mischevious grin of her own and examines a very quickly tightening area of my jeans. Now I always warn the new guys, she says, please tell me to slow down or stop if you need to, don't be embarrassed. Wait a second we have not even discussed the extent what we're going to do yet? No, no dear, I meant during the slide, it's just that intense for some people, she says with a wink. Gulp. I'll be back with the oil.
I shower up and wait for her face down on the double-wide massage table. She's back and hops up to join me and squirts on the first of many liberal marinades. She then skillfully goes to work with her hands and we begin connecting through some chit chat. However, the effectiveness of her massage gradually silences me in fairly short order. I am thoroughly impressed by her sensual technique. I can hear behind me the snaps and flops of lingerie being doffed and hitting the floor (always music to my ears). Again with the squirt bottle. Even a more ridiculous amount of oil than before. I am treated next by the unique feeling of a smooth, slippery meaty bare ass gliding and writhing up and down me from my shoulders to my ankles over and over again. More oil and a few giggles. This time she uses her soft chest and tummy. A minute or two of such an extensive effort would have been welcome, but Sydney goes on and on and on ever increases the tempo. I am now near-catatonic from the slippery erotic electrical storm happening to my posterior touch neurons. What? I have to flip over now? Oh my god! Now I understand what she warned me about. Things have got very intense. In fact they were intense right from the start.
I flip over and I'm greeted with a smile by my sexy, rubenesque, glistening companion. Again with the oil. She may as well just have taken the cap off the bottle this time. She leans in an gives me a sloppy and warm giant hug. She smears the oil without using her hands and pulls back and reaches down to guide my hands up to her massive shimmering breasts. She turns around and repeats the same sliding routine with even more enthusiasm than before. This time it is further enhanced by the visual of her efforts and her diligent attention to the area the most receptive to every slip and slide. Let me tell you the intensity kept building and building the entire time. I was astounded by the effort she put in. Every possible body part of her became part of the act. Extacy!
When it was over, I couldn't move. She turned on the multiple fans in the room to allow me now precious oxygenation and cooling. After a few minutes basking in the aftermath she commanded that I join her in the shower to get rid of all the oil. This endeavour took on a life of it's own as her diligent and soapy scrubbing and rubbing had me seriously considering some overtime.
I left in total awe of what just happened. Incredible value (typical MP rates) for the amount of work she puts in and it's effectiveness. To be honest, I think Sydney's body-type enhances the session. A bony girl would have ruined it. I have never had close to this much fun at a Parlour before!
