About a month ago, I was browsing Amaterky and one profile picture caught my eye. She was online, offering massages. I messaged her, checked out the website she sent, and looked through the photos of the ladies. I made my choice—a girl with a model’s figure and black hair. No doubt about it, I wrote to her again on WhatsApp. We arranged to meet the next day. I asked if the photo was real, and she said it wasn’t, which was disappointing. But she swore she was even more beautiful in person. Well, we’re men, right? It’s worth a shot, and if it doesn’t work out, there’s always somewhere else to go.

The next day, I set off to the city of a hundred spires, enjoying a nice 10-minute walk in the March chill. I stood at the door and messaged her that I had arrived. The door opened slightly, and there she was in a robe, with black hair and emerald green eyes, smiling so warmly and genuinely that I stood there like a fool, staring. The only thing I could say was, “Are you a model?” We laughed, I gave her a bouquet, introduced myself, and she kissed me while looking into my eyes. A star seemed to appear in her eyes, and she slowly closed them. Where do they teach or train for this?

I was parched, so we discussed the arrangements in a cozy, clean, and fragrant room. We talked a bit about ourselves. We agreed on a B2B (body-to-body) massage and headed to the shower. She took off her robe, and God created woman… She removed her bra, revealing perfect C-cups. I stripped down and asked if I could remove her black Brazilian panties that hugged her fabulous hips. She had stunning legs, thanks to her height, and I saw only the perfection of a woman’s body. She laughed pleasantly as I removed the last piece of fabric from her body, kneeling down to see her beautiful peach… That’s how every woman should look. We rinsed off, and she was gentle and easy to talk to. I was curious about everything, and if she didn’t want to answer, she would smile. I pressed against her back, holding her symmetrical breasts, feeling like a man, quite aroused. She washed me slowly and gently, not afraid to caress me nicely. We admired each other’s tattoos and quickly moved to the room.

She started lightly caressing my body with her hands, moving down to my legs. The oil came into play, and as she poured it on herself, I admired her exquisite breasts. She massaged me very pleasantly—calves, thighs, ohhh my friend, buttocks, back, shoulders. She leaned over, her breasts resting on me, and I felt her everywhere. It was slow and gentle, nothing rushed, very pleasant. She sat on me, snuggling up, moving over me, and it was incredibly sexy. I didn’t think about anything else for a moment.

After a while, I turned over, and the first thing I did was hold her breasts, stroking them and wanting her to sit on me. I caressed her hips and waist, and she spread oil on me, even behind my ears 🙂 She knew I was watching and liked it. She was beside me, not missing a single spot with her breasts. I gently caressed her between her legs, and she moved her hips slightly. She held me in her hand and placed me between those beautiful breasts, driving me crazy. We looked into each other’s eyes, and she lay on me, holding her by the buttocks, kissing her, even on the nose. I let her take the lead, and she pressed my friend against her femininity, moving slowly up and down, no imitation. She knew what she was doing, and it wasn’t just me who enjoyed it. She turned her back to me, and I saw her treasure before my eyes, beautiful and fragrant. She played with me nicely, gently, slowly, quickly, and around, teasing. I looked at her peach, her buttocks, those spread legs. I gently traced my fingers over it, slowly, lightly, as she played with me, moving. She sat beside me, sat on my hand, and I gently caressed her with a finger on the edge of her cave, and she gave me a beautiful finish with both hands… It was long enough already… Smiles, we lay next to each other, then I lay on her, she agreed, I’m a heavyweight. We talked, I wanted to feel her perfection, kisses on the neck, breasts… We had plenty to talk about, cuddling, time seemed irrelevant… I didn’t care, I didn’t want to…

Shower, chatting, laughing… a little joke. I knew I wanted to see this beauty again, and I do… When saying goodbye, a nice kiss, she thanked me for the flowers and said she’d be happy to see me again…

Unfortunately, this lady no longer works where I met her, so I won’t mention her name or the place. Currently, she’s at Rabbit Hall, and I found her thanks to Reviews and someone who writes about her, and the photos they have, for which I’m grateful and will fully utilize.

So, a summary: Vilma, as she now calls herself, is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and had the chance to see in her natural state. I firmly believe I’ll meet her again. If anyone can appreciate the beauty of a woman’s body, I highly recommend this lady. Her green eyes, smile, perfect figure… you have to experience it. The packaging sells, quality is valued. She’s truly gentle but knows where to caress, hold, and grab. She’s very sexy and experienced.

For the massage, I give her an 8/10 and a smiley face with a smile.
Time: 60 minutes, definitely went over +: 1800 and something extra
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