City: Pretoria
Area: Centurion/Rooihuiskraal
Last Visit: December 2025
Full Profile: [View Tahilah's Full Profile]
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Ive been eying this girl in my area for a few days now and ive decided to go and visit her.
What a girl. Beautiful body no ugly marks or scars on her body. A bit shy at first tho but aparently is she new in the business, but that didnt mean she couldnt do things which i got to find out soon enough.
I opted to start exploring her body with my mouth. Sucking on those small boobies of hers. By the time i got to her V she was soaking wet. With a smile she told me she already came while i sucked on her nipples. Who knew a girl can orgasm just by sucking on her boobies, WOW!
I went down on that V and ate her like a buffet. The cleanest V ive ever came across. I couldnt stop eating her out. It was like a drug and i soon realised i was addicted. She then returned the favour and went down on me while i was stil busy. I think she used her teeth. Im not complaining. The feeling was out of this world. My ass was even shaking.
I was fingering her while muffing her and her pussy was gripping my finger and then letting it go. I so wanted to feel my dick inside her but wat i was experiencing with her mouth on my willy ive never experienced before and i didnt wanted it to stop.
I exploded.
I couldnt even warn her in time. And right after i came she creamed. Like literally creamed out of her pussy. It was amazing.
While laying there out of breath i had to grab for asma pump. I checked the time and was shocked when i realised 45 min was gone just with foreplay.
Even tho there was no penetration it was time well spend. I wil definitely go back. I want to feel that gripping and release she does with that VGEE of hers.
Girl dont go anywhere. I need to come back for more
Pumpkineater has finaly found his pumpkin.
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Ratings:
Face: 5/5
Body: 5/5
Personality: 5/5
Telephone Manner: 5/5
Venue Cleanliness: 4/5
Personal Cleanliness: 5/5
Privacy: 5/5
Service: 5/5
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Will you return? Yes
Advertiser looked like the Photos? Yes
Secure Parking? Yes
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City: Pretoria
Area: Centurion/Rooihuiskraal
Last Visit: December 2025
Full Profile: [View Tahilah's Full Profile]
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What a divine way to end the year. It wasn't just a session; it was a carnal blessing, a final, an explosion of lust which turned into love before the calendar turned. It began with the cold, impersonal glow of my phone screen, my thumb typing out a message of pure, unadulterated need. Her reply was a lightning strike of consent, a digital spark that leaped through the wires and set my blood on fire. Ten minutes. Ten minutes from the first word to her door, a timeframe so frantic, so desperate, it felt like we were racing against midnight itself.
The place was familiar, but the anticipation was brand new, a tight knot in my gut. I stood before her door, hoping that I'm not going to leave dissapointed and damn it was so good that I wish I met her sooner and when it swung open, the air left my lungs. She was a masterpiece of sin, her slim, tiny frame wrapped in a lingerie dress that was more a suggestion of clothing than an actual barrier. Her nipples, dark and hard, pressed against the sheer fabric, a silent, begging invitation. I didn't say a word. I just grabbed her, pulling her body against mine, my hands roaming down the delicate curve of her spine to cup the firm, perfect globes of her ass. The kiss was immediate, deep, a clash of tongues and teeth that promised everything to come. She had shut the door behind us and half-carried her to the bedroom, our bodies a tangled, urgent mess.
In the soft light of the room, we tore at what little clothing remained. The lingerie was a sign of pure ecstasy, ripped away to reveal the goddess beneath. Her skin was flawless, a canvas I intended to paint with my tongue. She got on her back onto the bed, her legs falling open in an act of pure, unthinking surrender. And there it was, her pussy, a perfect, glistening pearl, immaculately clean and already dewy with the promise of her arousal. I didn't hesitate. I knelt, a worshipper at the most sacred altar, and buried my face between her thighs.
The first taste was electric. I started with my mouth, forming a tight seal over her clit and sucking gently, pulling the sensitive nub into my mouth and flicking it with the very tip of my tongue. Her back arched immediately, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. I worked my tongue in slow, deliberate circles, then changed to a rapid, side-to-side fluttering that had her crying out, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me deeper, demanding more. I could feel her pulse, a frantic, throbbing beat against my lips as her pussy swelled and darkened with arousal. She was getting wetter, sweeter, her juices flowing freely to coat my tongue. Her moans turned to breathless screams, her body writhing as I alternated between soft, teasing licks and hard, sucking pressure, edging her closer and closer to the precipice until she shattered, her whole body convulsing, her thighs clamping around my head as a wave of her cum washed over my tongue. I lapped it up, devouring her until her screams softened to whimpers and she lay limp, panting, her face a beautiful mask of utter fulfillment.
I crawled up her body, my face slick with her essence, and captured her lips in a deep, filthy French kiss, letting her taste her own divine nectar on my tongue. We lay entangled, our hearts hammering against each other, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. My cock was a steel rod, pressing against her thigh, a testament to my own desperate need. I mourned the fact that I hadn't had the time to worship her entire body, to spread those perfect cheeks and tongue that tight, divine bootyhole, but I filed it away as a solemn vow for our next encounter.
As if reading my mind, she moved, a fluid, predatory grace. She flipped over, rising onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me in a doggy-style position that was so perfect, so artfully arching her back, it looked like she was already being taken from behind. In that position, she turned her head, her eyes burning with lust, and took my cock into her mouth. The sight was obscene, beautiful. I watched her soft lips stretch around my thick shaft, her head bobbing as she took me deep, her tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke. Her soft skin, the divine curve of her spine, the way her ass cheeks jiggled with every movement—it was a sensory overload that brought me to the very brink.
She sensed it. She pulled away, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and I lay back on the bed, my chest heaving. She followed, her body slithering over mine, and took me into her mouth again, this time with a slow, reverent worship. She wasn't just sucking me; she was making love to my dick with her mouth. Her tongue traced every vein, her lips creating a perfect, tight seal as she bobbed, one hand stroking the base in time with her mouth, the other gently massaging my balls. It was a blowjob like no other, a masterclass in pleasure.
Then came the moment of truth. The crinkle of the foil wrapper was the only sound in the room besides our ragged breaths. Rolls onto my dick, a final, wicked act of seduction. And then she spoke the words, the holy phrase that sealed my fate and made my entire 2025 in an instant: "I can't wait to ride that dick."
She straddled me, her tiny frame looking even more delicate above my body. She positioned my cock at her entrance, and then, with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she impaled herself on me. The feeling was indescribable. Her pussy was a furnace, tight and slick, gripping my cock like a silken vise. She began to grind, a slow, circular motion that massaged every inch of me buried inside her. I could feel her inner muscles clenching and releasing, milking me, and for a terrifying second, I thought I was going to lose it, to fill the condom right then and there. But I held on, blessed with this cursed gift of delayed ejaculation, forcing myself to savor every exquisite second of her riding me, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back in ecstasy. An amazing unforgettable experience.
We needed more. We needed everything. She slid off me, and I was on her in a heartbeat, flipping her onto her back and plunging back into her in one smooth, powerful thrust. Missionary. The most intimate, most primal position of all. I covered her body with mine, our sweat-slick skin sliding together as I began to move. I held her tight, my face buried in the crook of her neck, tasting her sweat and also allowing our lips meeting in a series of desperate, hungry kisses. I varied my pace, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her, then switching to short, deep, grinding strokes that had her whimpering my name. I could feel her pussy gripping me again, getting tighter and tighter, and I knew we were both close. I drove into her, harder and faster, chasing that feeling, until the pressure became unbearable and I exploded, a roaring, guttural cry tearing from my throat as my orgasm ripped through me, my cock pulsing violently inside her.
I collapsed, utterly spent, my body dead weight on top of hers. Already I know that I will sleep like a king tonight. But she didn't push me away. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me close, and we lay there, a tangled, panting heap of flesh. After a moment, I rolled onto my back, and she immediately followed, draping her body over mine like a warm, living blanket. We just held each other, the frantic energy replaced by a profound, bone-deep contentment. I lazily sucked on her perfect titties, drawing her nipples into my mouth and teasing them with my tongue as we chatted softly, the post-coital intimacy more potent than the sex itself.
I didn't want it to end. I wished with every fiber of my being that we could stay like this forever, just holding each other, comforting each other in our most primal forms. I could almost hear it, imaginary, if we were together till the two of us whispering "Happy New Year" to each other as the final minutes of the year ticked away, a promise of more nights like this to come. It was a fantastic, unforgettable session, a perfect, filthy end to the year. And as I finally forced myself to leave, one thought consumed my mind: I couldn't wait to visit my Queen again. Till next time.
She is beautiful, she is divine and a must visit
Tasty, clean and I definitely fell for her
I can't wait to visit again
Rating
Visit again is a definite
Cleanliness is 100%
Sexiness is 100%
Sweetness is a 100%
What more could I want.
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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
Advertiser looked like the Photos? Yes
Secure Parking? Yes
PS: To easily submit a review like this, go to the Advertiser's page and click "Rate this Advertiser" (if you are a Gold Member) or "Review this Advertiser" (if you are a Free Member)
On 2025-12-31 23:45:58 MHI said:
Name: Tahilah
City: Pretoria
Area: Centurion/Rooihuiskraal
Last Visit: December 2025
Full Profile: [View Tahilah's Full Profile]
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What a divine way to end the year. It wasn't just a session; it was a carnal blessing, a final, an explosion of lust which turned into love before the calendar turned. It began with the cold, impersonal glow of my phone screen, my thumb typing out a message of pure, unadulterated need. Her reply was a lightning strike of consent, a digital spark that leaped through the wires and set my blood on fire. Ten minutes. Ten minutes from the first word to her door, a timeframe so frantic, so desperate, it felt like we were racing against midnight itself.
The place was familiar, but the anticipation was brand new, a tight knot in my gut. I stood before her door, hoping that I'm not going to leave dissapointed and damn it was so good that I wish I met her sooner and when it swung open, the air left my lungs. She was a masterpiece of sin, her slim, tiny frame wrapped in a lingerie dress that was more a suggestion of clothing than an actual barrier. Her nipples, dark and hard, pressed against the sheer fabric, a silent, begging invitation. I didn't say a word. I just grabbed her, pulling her body against mine, my hands roaming down the delicate curve of her spine to cup the firm, perfect globes of her ass. The kiss was immediate, deep, a clash of tongues and teeth that promised everything to come. She had shut the door behind us and half-carried her to the bedroom, our bodies a tangled, urgent mess.
In the soft light of the room, we tore at what little clothing remained. The lingerie was a sign of pure ecstasy, ripped away to reveal the goddess beneath. Her skin was flawless, a canvas I intended to paint with my tongue. She got on her back onto the bed, her legs falling open in an act of pure, unthinking surrender. And there it was, her pussy, a perfect, glistening pearl, immaculately clean and already dewy with the promise of her arousal. I didn't hesitate. I knelt, a worshipper at the most sacred altar, and buried my face between her thighs.
The first taste was electric. I started with my mouth, forming a tight seal over her clit and sucking gently, pulling the sensitive nub into my mouth and flicking it with the very tip of my tongue. Her back arched immediately, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. I worked my tongue in slow, deliberate circles, then changed to a rapid, side-to-side fluttering that had her crying out, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me deeper, demanding more. I could feel her pulse, a frantic, throbbing beat against my lips as her pussy swelled and darkened with arousal. She was getting wetter, sweeter, her juices flowing freely to coat my tongue. Her moans turned to breathless screams, her body writhing as I alternated between soft, teasing licks and hard, sucking pressure, edging her closer and closer to the precipice until she shattered, her whole body convulsing, her thighs clamping around my head as a wave of her cum washed over my tongue. I lapped it up, devouring her until her screams softened to whimpers and she lay limp, panting, her face a beautiful mask of utter fulfillment.
I crawled up her body, my face slick with her essence, and captured her lips in a deep, filthy French kiss, letting her taste her own divine nectar on my tongue. We lay entangled, our hearts hammering against each other, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. My cock was a steel rod, pressing against her thigh, a testament to my own desperate need. I mourned the fact that I hadn't had the time to worship her entire body, to spread those perfect cheeks and tongue that tight, divine bootyhole, but I filed it away as a solemn vow for our next encounter.
As if reading my mind, she moved, a fluid, predatory grace. She flipped over, rising onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me in a doggy-style position that was so perfect, so artfully arching her back, it looked like she was already being taken from behind. In that position, she turned her head, her eyes burning with lust, and took my cock into her mouth. The sight was obscene, beautiful. I watched her soft lips stretch around my thick shaft, her head bobbing as she took me deep, her tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke. Her soft skin, the divine curve of her spine, the way her ass cheeks jiggled with every movement---it was a sensory overload that brought me to the very brink.
She sensed it. She pulled away, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and I lay back on the bed, my chest heaving. She followed, her body slithering over mine, and took me into her mouth again, this time with a slow, reverent worship. She wasn't just sucking me; she was making love to my dick with her mouth. Her tongue traced every vein, her lips creating a perfect, tight seal as she bobbed, one hand stroking the base in time with her mouth, the other gently massaging my balls. It was a blowjob like no other, a masterclass in pleasure.
Then came the moment of truth. The crinkle of the foil wrapper was the only sound in the room besides our ragged breaths. Rolls onto my dick, a final, wicked act of seduction. And then she spoke the words, the holy phrase that sealed my fate and made my entire 2025 in an instant: "I can't wait to ride that dick."
She straddled me, her tiny frame looking even more delicate above my body. She positioned my cock at her entrance, and then, with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she impaled herself on me. The feeling was indescribable. Her pussy was a furnace, tight and slick, gripping my cock like a silken vise. She began to grind, a slow, circular motion that massaged every inch of me buried inside her. I could feel her inner muscles clenching and releasing, milking me, and for a terrifying second, I thought I was going to lose it, to fill the condom right then and there. But I held on, blessed with this cursed gift of delayed ejaculation, forcing myself to savor every exquisite second of her riding me, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back in ecstasy. An amazing unforgettable experience.
We needed more. We needed everything. She slid off me, and I was on her in a heartbeat, flipping her onto her back and plunging back into her in one smooth, powerful thrust. Missionary. The most intimate, most primal position of all. I covered her body with mine, our sweat-slick skin sliding together as I began to move. I held her tight, my face buried in the crook of her neck, tasting her sweat and also allowing our lips meeting in a series of desperate, hungry kisses. I varied my pace, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her, then switching to short, deep, grinding strokes that had her whimpering my name. I could feel her pussy gripping me again, getting tighter and tighter, and I knew we were both close. I drove into her, harder and faster, chasing that feeling, until the pressure became unbearable and I exploded, a roaring, guttural cry tearing from my throat as my orgasm ripped through me, my cock pulsing violently inside her.
I collapsed, utterly spent, my body dead weight on top of hers. Already I know that I will sleep like a king tonight. But she didn't push me away. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me close, and we lay there, a tangled, panting heap of flesh. After a moment, I rolled onto my back, and she immediately followed, draping her body over mine like a warm, living blanket. We just held each other, the frantic energy replaced by a profound, bone-deep contentment. I lazily sucked on her perfect titties, drawing her nipples into my mouth and teasing them with my tongue as we chatted softly, the post-coital intimacy more potent than the sex itself.
I didn't want it to end. I wished with every fiber of my being that we could stay like this forever, just holding each other, comforting each other in our most primal forms. I could almost hear it, imaginary, if we were together till the two of us whispering "Happy New Year" to each other as the final minutes of the year ticked away, a promise of more nights like this to come. It was a fantastic, unforgettable session, a perfect, filthy end to the year. And as I finally forced myself to leave, one thought consumed my mind: I couldn't wait to visit my Queen again. Till next time.
She is beautiful, she is divine and a must visit
Tasty, clean and I definitely fell for her
I can't wait to visit again
Rating
Visit again is a definite
Cleanliness is 100%
Sexiness is 100%
Sweetness is a 100%
What more could I want.
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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
Advertiser looked like the Photos? Yes
Secure Parking? Yes
PS: To easily submit a review like this, go to the Advertiser's page and click "Rate this Advertiser" (if you are a Gold Member) or "Review this Advertiser" (if you are a Free Member)
What a review, what a read. We will be there
City: Pretoria
Area: Centurion/Rooihuiskraal
Last Visit: January 2026
Full Profile: [View Tahilah's Full Profile]
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The new year hadn't just begun; for me, it was still waiting for its true inauguration. The first few days of 2026 were a quiet, grey preamble, a holding pattern until I could claim it properly. I knew exactly how that claim had to be staked. It wasn't with champagne or resolutions; it was with the raw, unfiltered, soul-shaking pleasure that only one woman could provide. I ended 2025 on a high with her, a Queen who ruled my senses, and I would be damned if I started this year any other way. The risk of disappointment with anyone else was a gamble I refused to take. I needed a guarantee, a certainty, a promise of satisfaction etched in sweat and whispered moans. So, I returned to my Queen.
The communication was the first note in the symphony to come—fast, electric, promising on WhatsApp, building a delicious tension that coiled in my gut. Arriving at her place, the door opened and there she was, a vision in stark, sinful white lingerie. The lace clung to her curves like a second skin, a stark contrast to the dark, filthy thoughts racing through my mind. No words were needed. The air crackled, thick with unspoken, filthy promises. She led me, and I followed, a willing captive, straight to the chamber where the year would truly begin.
The moment the door clicked shut, we were a tangled mess of raw need. Arms wrapped around each other, bodies pressed tight, our lips meeting in a hungry, demanding kiss. It was a kiss of reclaiming, of staking a claim. Then, a playful, wicked glint in her eye, she turned and gave her ass a little shake, a tantalizing twerk that made my cock throb painfully against my shorts. It was a preview, a taste of the rhythmic magic to come. We tore at each other's clothes, a frantic, desperate shedding of the old year's skin until we were naked, vulnerable, and burning with lust.
We fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated flesh. Our kissing deepened, a slow, sensual exploration that quickly ignited into a raging inferno. My lips left hers, embarking on a pilgrimage down her body. I traced the elegant line of her neck, nipping and sucking, knowing I'd leave marks she'd see tomorrow. I moved lower, to the swell of her chest, taking a hardened nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it, feeling her arch against me, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I worshipped her other tit with the same reverence, my hands roaming the soft plane of her tummy, feeling the muscles flutter beneath my touch.
Finally, I descended to my altar. I knelt between her legs, parting her delicate pussy lips with my thumbs. Her scent was intoxicating, a sweet perfume of pure arousal. I leaned in, not to devour, but to take a single, slow, deliberate taste. A preview of the feast. Then, I buried my face. I was an animal, a man starved, and she was my feast. I devoured her with a ferocity that surprised us both. I used my entire tongue, broad, flat strokes up her slit, then pointed, focused flicks directly on her throbbing clit. I alternated the speed and pressure, a maddening, delicious rhythm that had her slender body writhing beneath me. I held her tight, feeling her curl up, her toes digging into the mattress as the tension built, coiling in her core like a spring. Her thighs clamped around my head, and I felt the first tremor of her orgasm as a fresh wave of her sweet, wet juice coated my tongue.
I didn't let her come down from that high. I crawled back up her body, my face slick and glistening with her essence, and captured her lips in a deep, French kiss. I let her taste herself on my tongue, a filthy, intimate sharing that made us both groan. We stared into each other's eyes, lost in the moment, our foreheads pressed together as we kissed for what felt like an eternity, a long, slow, deep connection that was as emotional as it was physical.
Then it was my turn. I rolled onto my back, my cock standing at rigid, proud attention, and she took her place. Her head dipped, and then her hot, wet mouth enveloped me. The skill was, as always, undeniably fantastic. It wasn't just sucking; it was an art form. She twisted her hand in time with her bobs, her tongue dancing along the sensitive underside of my shaft, her lips creating a perfect, tight seal. She took me deep, her nose pressing against my pubic bone, and then pulled back slowly, agonizingly. She moved lower, gently sucking my balls into her mouth, rolling them with her tongue while her hand stroked my slick cock. The pleasure was so intense, so blinding, I thought I would explode. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, demanding release, but I've never been able to finish from a blowjob, and a lifetime of self-control held me at the edge, a delicious, torturous limbo.
She came back up, her body sliding against mine, and we kissed again, my taste still on her lips. She straddled me, not yet taking me inside, but grinding her soaking wet pussy against my shaft. The friction was maddening. I could feel her slickness coating me, her heat searing my skin. It was a tease of the highest order, a promise of the heaven to come. Finally, she reached back, expertly rolled a condom down my length, and positioned herself. She sank down, slowly, inch by inch, and the feeling was indescribable. The tightness, the wetness, the way her pussy gripped me as she began to ride—it was heaven on earth. She ground her hips, a circular, sensual motion that massaged every inch of my cock inside her, her tits bouncing in perfect rhythm with her movements.
We transitioned, a fluid, unspoken agreement. She turned, presenting herself to me on all fours. I entered her from behind, watching in awe as my thick cock disappeared into her slender frame. I started to pound, my hips slapping against her ass, watching it bounce and jiggle with every thrust. I couldn't resist; I reached out and smacked it, leaving a red handprint on her pale chocolate skin. She moaned and pushed back against me, begging for more. My mind raced with filthy thoughts, a desperate desire to lean down and rim that perfect little asshole, but she had her boundaries, a line I would not cross. So I focused on the heaven I was allowed, pounding her tight, wet cunt with everything I had.
The room grew hot, our bodies slick with a sheen of sweat as the exertion took its toll. It was time for the final act. I pulled out and she flipped onto her back. I moved over her, my 122kg frame a mountain covering her petite 40-60kg body. I lowered myself, careful not to crush her, and entered her in missionary. Our sweat mixed, our bodies sliding against each other as I began to thrust, deep and hard. We stared into each other's eyes, a deep, intense connection that transcended the raw, physical fucking. I could feel her tight pussy gripping me, milking me, and even though I've always felt my cock is on the smaller side, the way she clenched around me made me feel like a king. We French kissed, a messy, passionate dance of tongues as we watched the raw emotion play across each other's faces. I could feel my own climax approaching, a tidal wave building deep within me. With one final, powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and came, a guttural cry tearing from my throat as I pumped my load into the condom, deep inside her, my whole body convulsing with the force of it.
We didn't move. We didn't speak. We just lay there, my weight on her, our hearts hammering against each other's chests. I stayed inside her until I came completely, then I rolled onto my back. She snuggled into my side, her head on my chest, and we began to cuddle. After a few minutes, I felt the slick, full condom sliding off, and we peeled it away, discarding it before returning to our embrace, skin to skin at last. Outside, the rain began to fall, a gentle drumming against the window. It was perfect cuddling weather, the grey, wet world outside a stark contrast to the warm, satisfied, glowing world we had created in that room. It was, without a doubt, the perfect way to start 2026. Next visit: definitely. She ticks all my boxes, every single filthy, beautiful one of them. Till next time, my love.
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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
Advertiser looked like the Photos? Yes
Secure Parking? Yes
PS: To easily submit a review like this, go to the Advertiser's page and click "Rate this Advertiser" (if you are a Gold Member) or "Review this Advertiser" (if you are a Free Member)
City: Pretoria
Area: Centurion/Rooihuiskraal
Last Visit: January 2026
Full Profile: [View Tahilah's Full Profile]
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I once again couldn't resist visiting my Queen, a craving I have been craving since the last time I visited. Met at door in sexy lingerie.... I can't even describe our time together, everytime it just gets more intense and addicting...I don't even have words to describe our time together, it's more than words can describe... And less than 15 minutes after, I'm craving her again, I'll definitely be back Queen.
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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
Advertiser looked like the Photos? Yes
Secure Parking? Yes
PS: To easily submit a review like this, go to the Advertiser's page and click "Rate this Advertiser" (if you are a Gold Member) or "Review this Advertiser" (if you are a Free Member)
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