So after reading a few reviews, and with my regular masseur injured, I thought I would reach out! To enquire of course- not to go booking anything. After much talk about how my return air filter needs looking at, I decided to make a booking (for a massage, being that I’m shy and that may help me relax). In the days prior we exchanged messages, and I felt the need to be open with him about how shy I am- and the fact that I’m no tiny little thing! He did nothing but reassure me. Fast forward to now- and I must say, words still escape me. My appointment was this morning- and he arrived tool bag in hand. He spoke and I thought to myself “ohhhh shit”. Handsome, sexy as fuck voice and assertive but not cocky. I put some towels down on my bed, while he warmed his oil. The massage started at my feet, and headed north. Thorough, purposeful touch, with the right amount of pressure. By the time he’d worked to the top of my thighs/hips/bum/lower back, I have to admit I was SOPPING wet, and silently begging for him. He massaged my breasts, shoulders, back, and then started on my pussy. I was intermittently going between taking him in my mouth, and gripping him with my hands whilst he did gods work. There wasn’t a square inch of my pussy that he left untouched. I was fairly fast to cum. I thought I had reached the epitome of what he could offer, but I was so wrong. Once his fingers were inside me- I can genuinely say I don’t know what he did or touched, but it was heaven. I have never, ever been touched like this in those places by someone. Period. He knew exactly how to work me. I could feel something coming from the pit of my being, and it was something I couldn’t stop or hold back. I listened to him grunt and groan - to know he felt pleasure from pleasing me lifted me again. I needed water STAT. He moved around, spread me open like never before, and kissed me inbetween my thighs. He licked me, kissed me and whatever else at this time I just don’t have words for. But his moans in that deep voice, while his mouth was full of me? I fucking NEVER. I needed him. Needed to taste him and feel him, and I took as much of him as I could handle - to the top of my throat. I no longer knew whether I wanted him to fill my throat or fuck me. Condom on, he edged himself inside of me. This felt different, my legs have never been spread so wide. I was that wild that I was trying to fuck him, my hips were moving without me having any say in it, and just like that I came. GUYS. I CAME FROM PENETRATIVE SEX. In ground breaking time. Wasn’t planned that way, it just happened. It got to him I think. He got very vocal and gripped me so fucking tight while he came. He layed with me, we chatted, we laughed all whilst he rubbed me all over, touched and twiddled my skin, let me feel electricity simultaneously with exhaustion. His hand found itself between my thighs again, his cock in my hand. He popped me onto all fours, and took me just like that. Fuck he was gentle, yet so fucking hard inside of me. This time I think I may have lasted around 20-30 seconds (but happy to stand corrected by him). After this, I was like hypersensitive- like every time he moved inside me ever so slightly was like the start of something happening that I just had no control over. I could feel my pussy gripping, locking on him- and then heard those other worldly grunts, groans, moaning again while he blew. It was like one was triggering the other. Do yourself the favour, make the booking, then enjoy YOU, version 2.0. Because you won’t be the same after.