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This was my first visit to the studio since early 2010. After reading all the reviews about Shannon, I had to take this lady out for a spin myself. And spinning is exactly what we did. I was fresh from the gym and full of energy and Booster Juice to boot. That poor little table did not know what it was in for.
It's legs tremble all the way though a very aggressive 69. At times it felt like Shannon and I would be finishing the session on the floor at times. The sweet sucking sounds and moans Shannon was making while swallowing the LG whole had the BG so distracted that any danger of the table collapse was the last thing on my mind.
This poor little table failed to realize this adventure was not over and it was not out of peril yet. A very aggressive make out session ensued causing the bolt to creak under the stress of our passion. I could feel the table slide across the floor with every embrace and each and every passion kiss. Inch by inch the table moved closer to the door. It story would not end here.
Shannon hoped on top of me for a hard pounding reverse cowgirl that would test both the longevity of it's wood and my wood too. We both managed to survive this round. Next up was the doggy, the true test of any handyman's work. The poor little table was being pushed to it's the very limits of it's construction down to the last screw and drop of glue. My hand was bright red from smacking Shannon lovely asset and the table was squeaking and cracking under the stress of our thrusts.
Amazingly enough and to both of our surprise, we both managed to hold out another round. During round 3, one of us would not make it. It had to end somewhere.
With Shannon legs over my shoulders, my LG had found his end. A happy end for him. I could hear the table breathe a sigh of relief knowing he had survived another day.
As I kissed Miss Shannon Goodbye, I gave a kind salute to "the little table that could" and a wink to let him know he will need to be ready for the next time I cum.
The end!
Rates: $280 for the hour
Repeat: Yes, hopefully Angels buys some beds worthy of this vixen.
Cheers,
- "Your friendly Neighborhood Fiddy"
It's legs tremble all the way though a very aggressive 69. At times it felt like Shannon and I would be finishing the session on the floor at times. The sweet sucking sounds and moans Shannon was making while swallowing the LG whole had the BG so distracted that any danger of the table collapse was the last thing on my mind.
This poor little table failed to realize this adventure was not over and it was not out of peril yet. A very aggressive make out session ensued causing the bolt to creak under the stress of our passion. I could feel the table slide across the floor with every embrace and each and every passion kiss. Inch by inch the table moved closer to the door. It story would not end here.
Shannon hoped on top of me for a hard pounding reverse cowgirl that would test both the longevity of it's wood and my wood too. We both managed to survive this round. Next up was the doggy, the true test of any handyman's work. The poor little table was being pushed to it's the very limits of it's construction down to the last screw and drop of glue. My hand was bright red from smacking Shannon lovely asset and the table was squeaking and cracking under the stress of our thrusts.
Amazingly enough and to both of our surprise, we both managed to hold out another round. During round 3, one of us would not make it. It had to end somewhere.
With Shannon legs over my shoulders, my LG had found his end. A happy end for him. I could hear the table breathe a sigh of relief knowing he had survived another day.
As I kissed Miss Shannon Goodbye, I gave a kind salute to "the little table that could" and a wink to let him know he will need to be ready for the next time I cum.
The end!
Rates: $280 for the hour
Repeat: Yes, hopefully Angels buys some beds worthy of this vixen.
Cheers,
- "Your friendly Neighborhood Fiddy"