Name: London
City: Johannesburg
Area: Randburg/Olivedale
Last Visit: September 2025
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This evening, after a day that seemed to stretch into eternity, my mind was consumed by a single, carnal thought: the taste of a luscious, dripping pussy and the forbidden pleasure of exploring a tight, inviting ass. More than just the act of fucking, I craved the raw, the dirty, the utterly filthy. So, I set my sights on a dark chocolate queen, a queen of pleasure and sin, and I knew I had to have her.
Two days prior, on a Saturday, I had reached out to her, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I typed out a message. I inquired about her rates, but more importantly, I needed to know if she would allow me to indulge in my deepest, darkest fantasies. "We'll see today on Monday," I told her, and with that, the countdown to our encounter began, each second ticking away like a promise of untold pleasures.
Before making my way to her place, I had to know if she would fulfill my wildest desires. I asked, and she agreed. Her communication was flawless, her telephone manner a sultry whisper that promised untold ecstasy. It was a preview of what was to come, and I was eager to feast on her delights.
As I arrived at her private sanctuary, I was greeted by the sight of her beautiful, dark chocolate skin and her radiant smile. Privacy was ensured, not a soul in sight except for the two of us. Her place was immaculate, a 10/10 in cleanliness, and her presence was enough to make any man weak at the knees. Her face was a masterpiece, her body a perfect medium, just the way I like my women - thick, and tasty. She was a vision, a dark chocolate queen, and she was all mine.
As I stepped into her lair, she greeted me in lingerie, a seductive whisper of fabric that barely contained her curves. Her perfume was intoxicating, a scent that clung to my skin, a reminder of her presence long after I left. We began our dance with 69, one of my favorite positions, and I can't even begin to describe the ecstasy of her pussy. It was divine, a feast for the senses, and I was a starving man at her banquet.
Her blowjob skills were top-notch, a symphony of pleasure that had me moaning with every stroke. I savored every second, every touch, every taste. I could feel her lips, soft and wet, wrapping around my shaft, her tongue dancing and teasing. It was a performance, a masterclass in oral pleasure, and I was her willing student. She took me deep, her throat relaxing to take every inch, her eyes watering as she looked up at me, a sight that sent shivers down my spine.
We moved on to sex, her riding me in reverse cowgirl, a sight to behold. It was nice, but I knew I hadn't come to just fuck. I was there to please her, to eat her, to devour her. I wanted to feel her wetness, to taste her essence, to bring her to the heights of ecstasy and beyond.
So, we switched, and I began my feast. I ate her pussy with fervor, with hunger, my tongue exploring every fold, every crevice. I sucked on her clit, drawing out moans of pleasure, and I could feel her body responding, her hips bucking against my face. I knew then that I had to eat her more, to bring her to the brink and over. And so, I did. I turned her on her stomach, spreading her delicious butt cheeks to reveal the prize beneath. Her bootyhole was a delight, a dessert to savor, and I feasted on it with gusto. I could taste her, feel her, and I knew I could do this all night, and I would have been a happy man.
We switched back to 69, and I got to enjoy her yummy pussy once more. It was wet, sweet, and tasty, a perfect end to a perfect meal. I could feel her juices coating my chin, her taste lingering on my tongue. It was a moment of pure bliss, a connection that went beyond the physical.
As we dressed and had a nice chat, holding each other, sharing stories and laughter, I knew I had found something special. This chocolate delight was a keeper, and I had definitely caught some feelings. I will visit her again, both to eat and fuck, and I can't wait for the next time. Until then, I'll be dreaming of her, of her scent, of her taste, of her touch. She's a dark chocolate queen, and I'm her willing subject, ready anytime she desires. Her body is devine, and I am eager to explore every inch, to savor every taste, to feel every touch. I am hers, and she is mine, and together, we are a symphony of filthy, erotic bliss. Till next time my beloved.
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Ratings:
Face: 5/5
Body: 5/5
Personality: 5/5
Telephone Manner: 5/5
Venue Cleanliness: 5/5
Personal Cleanliness: 5/5
Privacy: 5/5
Service: 5/5
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Will you return? Yes
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Secure Parking? Yes
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