I've recently had a lovely little dalliance with Sami, a remarkable wee spinner lass who deserves some good ink on these boards.
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Maybe you've noticed her ad on STG already? Well if you have I certainly understand your interest. All her pics are cute enough, but that second pic certainly arrested my attention. Now that's a proper wee spinner physique to be sure.
So I hit her up, bracing for the inevitably painful donation request on this, a long holiday weekend. One eighty was her asking hhr. Okay I thought, high to be sure, but not utterly laughable like some providers of late. I inquire about a qv and get a one twenty in response. [i]Yeah, we're going to start there[/i] I mused, and the date was subsequently set.
I arrived at her relatively upscale diggings near ISB and 95 a short while later, where I was greeted in the parking lot by a 5'3" explosion of fiery red curls wearing denim shorts over black tights. The wee lass led me inside and up a flight of stairs, affording me a prolonged and most agreeable view of a very fine rear end. We soon entered her second story flat, which I also found agreeable, as it was clean and tidy without so much as a hint of cigarette smoke.
The wee lass was quite affable as we spent a few pleasant minutes making small talk and shedding garments. Then she lay back upon one of the room's two beds, encouraging my caresses and proffering the backstory behind much of the tasteful artwork adorning her flawless skin. Then it was my turn to lay back as she brought Sir John Thomas to attention with a respectable BBBJ. A few minutes hence and she was rolling on the cover for some truly spectacular bedside doggy, followed by some equally spectacular lazy dog. Her flawless hygiene, snug wet kitty, and the phenomenal view brought me to climax faster than I had any right to expect through a raincoat.
Damn that was fun. So fun in fact that I seriously considered offering up another donation to stay for a second round. Moderation won out, however, and the sweet lass brought me a warm washcloth for cleanup. It's the little things that can elevate a rendezvous to the sublime, and I was glad to see wee Sami embracing this philosophy. Anyway, you know the rest. We dress. We talk. She says call me. I say I will, and mean it. Then I take my leave, walking the smug gate of a deeply satisfied monger, out into the night.
Cheers!
