What wet dreams are made of. Mizzy Diamonds
[QUOTE=Westy0311;6527247]Posting a link would help.[/QUOTE]Not seen her myself but found the link:
[URL]https://skipthegames.com/posts/dayton/female-escorts/caucasian_w/lets-get-nasty-/410211730520[/URL]
EB reviews are all good.
This is the real Mizzy Diamonds
[QUOTE=Unbelheathen;6527899]Not seen her myself but found the link:
[URL]https://skipthegames.com/posts/dayton/female-escorts/caucasian_w/lets-get-nasty-/410211730520[/URL]
EB reviews are all good.[/QUOTE][URL]https://megapersonals.eu/public/post_detail/55143862[/URL]
Use to see her all the time. She is fun.
Alexis With the Fire Hand
I've been on the fence about visiting Alexis for a long time (years, really). I'm not a big fan of incoherent ramblings in ads (or elsewhere). Also, her communication tended to be terrible. But her pictures always intrigued me, even if they were pretty old, they were attractive in a trashy way. Also, there was no one else available, outside the usual eightish girls all living in the Dayton Mall / Miller Lane area (which I don't go to), and she was responding, so I agreed to meet.
She said it had to be a car date. I said. 80. She agreed. For car dates I tend to avoid BJ and FS because there's a mess and no good way to clean up afterward. I like to wash afterward. So I opted for a HJ. At. 80, it's cheaper or on par with an AMP, and some girls tend to be really really good at them, even if they don't sell it as a talent.
She sent me the address to pick her up at and I had to laugh, It was a rehab facility. I felt a bit guilty, was this rebound money? I picked her up on the side of the building. She was like her pictures but older. Wrinkles on the side of her mouth, skin dry and sagging a bit on her frame. Her arms were thin and she had a gut. She barely glanced at me the entire time. The pictures were before a life of bad choices and hard consequences, or before the consequences solidified, anyway. She didn't buckle up and I didn't notice, at first, considering the act of buckling a seat belt is all muscle memory to me. The reminder chime that sounded as we moved through the lot was a quiet mystery. I was focused on other things.
She had me stop at the front of the building to give her phone to her "friend" , some chubby, tattooed dude, it was so quick I didn't have time to question why she'd need to do that. We drove it off the lot.
She asked for the donation. I told her I don't give it up until we're finished. I've been burned like that before, and it was double hard because that girl was very attractive. She said 'OK, can I see it?' so I showed her. She was good with this. I told her what I wanted, pointed out the lotion in my center console, and she asked if she could start while I drove. I said 'of course. ' I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pulled down my underwear. She gripped it with her right hand as if she was going to pluck it from the ground. Her hand was as rough as a farmer's and I thought there was no way I was going to finish. The car chimed to tell me her sat belt was not secured.
We drove into a nearby park, and it seemed packed with people watching intramural sports or taking walks or eating their lunch in their car. I worried about finding a good spot to stop and focus on what she was doing, or at least instruct her to do it differently, with the thumb side of her hand facing upwards, like she was shifting gears, and not like she was removing weeds, and more gently, for fucks sake. The car chimed again that her seat belt was not secured. As we drove, her grip relaxed a bit and the lotion sank into the skin of her palm and all the little sharp and calloused bits moistened enough to where it started to feel good. I managed to park and she kept stroking steadily until I finished. The car chimed again to remind me her seat belt was not secured. This time I heard it and understood what it was. Funny how clear the mind can be right after an orgasm.
As soon as she wiped her hands she asked for the donation and seemed frantic to receive it. I gave it to her, half expecting her to jump out of the car. She eased back into her seat and I drove her back to the facility. She told me she'd keep my number in case I wanted to see her again. I don't think I will. She didn't even wait for me to pull to the side of the building, leaping out as soon as I took the turn into the lot. Would I recommend? Meh, glad I saw her, so that fantasy is dead. However, YMMV.
