I'm not saying April is young n stacked with big fake titties .. but the lady knows how to make a guy feel at home.
I clump my way over to Studio 118 today, braving the weather, knowing I'll find a nice warm reception upstairs from April.
Fedora clinging to my skull, cane slipping on the snow n ice, I straighten out their sign on my way in.
April leads me to our room, gets a nice hot shower started and I melt off the ice clinging to my frame. Toweled up as she returns, the massage begins! Now April surely isn't any RMT but I'm confessing her romantic massage is fully half the reason I'm there. I know enough to just shut up n lay there quietly in a dreamland state, while the lady cranks the rhythmic jungle music, oils me up, and licks me down.. Schtoopid lazy grin on my face 20 minutes later as her breasts are brushing my spine, her hips grinding into my backside, and her lips nibbling on my ear.
Problem I find with April, is she gets you so worked up with that caressing touch of hers, by the time she takes the LG in hand (and mouth) he's all ready 7/8 of the way there! Thankfully she had mercy on me, didn't push him too far, and this time I actually made it to the FS special part of her session. Lets not talk about things that are in the past ..
2 weeks since she's been laid she later sez .. and that tight little (Gasp!) isn't helping me hold back at all. No playing around with positions for this time, she hops on top and rides me to a quivering stand-still, tho I tried my best to buck her off! She's checking me over for claw marks (there were none that took), I'm laying there twitching and gasping for breath swearing that I heard a bell.
April runs me another nice hot shower n washes me down. We get out into the warm room enjoying pleasant relaxed conversation, clothes back on, cane in hand, kiss on the lips, pat on the bottom, tipped my hat and back out into the blowing snow to my AWD trusty steed..
I clump my way over to Studio 118 today, braving the weather, knowing I'll find a nice warm reception upstairs from April.
Fedora clinging to my skull, cane slipping on the snow n ice, I straighten out their sign on my way in.
April leads me to our room, gets a nice hot shower started and I melt off the ice clinging to my frame. Toweled up as she returns, the massage begins! Now April surely isn't any RMT but I'm confessing her romantic massage is fully half the reason I'm there. I know enough to just shut up n lay there quietly in a dreamland state, while the lady cranks the rhythmic jungle music, oils me up, and licks me down.. Schtoopid lazy grin on my face 20 minutes later as her breasts are brushing my spine, her hips grinding into my backside, and her lips nibbling on my ear.
Problem I find with April, is she gets you so worked up with that caressing touch of hers, by the time she takes the LG in hand (and mouth) he's all ready 7/8 of the way there! Thankfully she had mercy on me, didn't push him too far, and this time I actually made it to the FS special part of her session. Lets not talk about things that are in the past ..
2 weeks since she's been laid she later sez .. and that tight little (Gasp!) isn't helping me hold back at all. No playing around with positions for this time, she hops on top and rides me to a quivering stand-still, tho I tried my best to buck her off! She's checking me over for claw marks (there were none that took), I'm laying there twitching and gasping for breath swearing that I heard a bell.
April runs me another nice hot shower n washes me down. We get out into the warm room enjoying pleasant relaxed conversation, clothes back on, cane in hand, kiss on the lips, pat on the bottom, tipped my hat and back out into the blowing snow to my AWD trusty steed..