Darla
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Review by KALEL4545, March, 2014
I called Billy in the early afternoon, inquiring about the two new girls and he tells me that I better hurry up, as others were mulling the same decision. Having to decide between Maxime in the afternoon, my preferred time of and Darla at night, I mulled, mulled and mulled some more, finally deciding to invoke my personal ban on implants: Darla it would be. Darla, like Maxime, is a total debutante. I was her second client ever, her first on her second day on the job. Her only other experience in the sex trade was an economically unsatisfying stint on a webcam. Her lack of experience didn’t show; she was relaxed and confident right from the start. OK, I’m now some paragraphs in, far enough, I think to tell you about her hair. It’s like this, boys: it’s a bit more than shoulder length and, um, er, it’s electric blue. No, I wasn’t tripping. It’s electric blue. The other accoutrements: a little nose ring, a tongue stud, several unobtrusive tatoos. No bother. Her breasts, small as they might be, are real. And she’s real. She’s quite pretty in a girl next door sort of way. She’s got a wonderful body, soft smooth skin, a mouth-watering hourglass shape, a magnificent rear, quite firm throughout and wonderful to touch and stroke.
