tanzanite
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A while ago, the little chef was aching to make curry, so I drove over to Prestige to see Indira (used to be India, in case you couldn't figure that out... it's a stretch, I know).
My ATF Zoe works at Prestige, so the building always puts the little chef in the mood to cook.
Indira's pics are decent, but old. She thinks she looks better now. I beg to differ. I'm such a bastard. Anyway, she entered the room, and the little chef said "well, this ain't Thai curry by a long shot," and I apologized to him. Though somewhat fit, her looks didn't do much for either of us.
As she undressed me, she explained how as an Indian, she's trained to pamper men. We talked while getting to the requisite state of undress. Very friendly gal, but the attention span of a gnat.
She's had a boob job, though they're not of the overly inflated variety a lot of guys like. I like the natural variety myself, big or small. Anyway, she has the scars to prove she's had work done, and the little chef figures she should sue the butcher who did the work.
CBJ was short-lived, thankfully, because it was as erotic as sticking it into a Hoover. Service was mediocre at best. She liked to talk dirty while doing it, which is the only upside, because the action fell flat. I flipped her over to take her from behind, and instead of a nice Indian booty, it looked like the shapeless ass of a white chick. Blech.
Worse was either the perfume she wore, or she had smoked up before meeting me. I don't have anything against weed, but the smell doesn't turn me on.
Anyway, while in doggie, I held her head in the pillow to muffle her bad acting, thought of Zoe, and the little chef spat up, and told me not to visit the Indian restaurant at that location again.
Dunno... lots of guys have reviewed her well in the past. At $$$, I got ripped off. I could have had two bad experiences at an asian place for just a little more.
L: 5
A: 4
S: 3
My ATF Zoe works at Prestige, so the building always puts the little chef in the mood to cook.
Indira's pics are decent, but old. She thinks she looks better now. I beg to differ. I'm such a bastard. Anyway, she entered the room, and the little chef said "well, this ain't Thai curry by a long shot," and I apologized to him. Though somewhat fit, her looks didn't do much for either of us.
As she undressed me, she explained how as an Indian, she's trained to pamper men. We talked while getting to the requisite state of undress. Very friendly gal, but the attention span of a gnat.
She's had a boob job, though they're not of the overly inflated variety a lot of guys like. I like the natural variety myself, big or small. Anyway, she has the scars to prove she's had work done, and the little chef figures she should sue the butcher who did the work.
CBJ was short-lived, thankfully, because it was as erotic as sticking it into a Hoover. Service was mediocre at best. She liked to talk dirty while doing it, which is the only upside, because the action fell flat. I flipped her over to take her from behind, and instead of a nice Indian booty, it looked like the shapeless ass of a white chick. Blech.
Worse was either the perfume she wore, or she had smoked up before meeting me. I don't have anything against weed, but the smell doesn't turn me on.
Anyway, while in doggie, I held her head in the pillow to muffle her bad acting, thought of Zoe, and the little chef spat up, and told me not to visit the Indian restaurant at that location again.
Dunno... lots of guys have reviewed her well in the past. At $$$, I got ripped off. I could have had two bad experiences at an asian place for just a little more.
L: 5
A: 4
S: 3