It's hard to tell sometimes which of the messages you get are for real. Lots of catfish, fantasizers, or men not noticing the F in the post title. But hey, we roll the dice, huh? :) And sometimes we find [success]

30yo Dutch American, bearded, hairy chested, deep voiced and bellied. I made a post about a week ago. Out of the seven received messages, only two actually followed the requests I had laid out in my initial post, and one of those I'm pretty sure was faking entirely. But the one remaining told me about her trip to Taiwan, her love of sea turtles, and included a very cute-sexy photo. Off to a good start..

After some pleasant chat, she asked if I wanted to visit her hotel later that evening. Though I was unfortunately busy, we found last night worked for both of us and planned accordingly. I knocked on her room door at the decided time, and she answered in a beautiful red nightgown, gauzy, barefoot, some kind of goldish contact lenses. Somehow she looked even better in person than her photo... but I realized as well I didn't notice how short she was! A meter fifty-two she said, but I'm pretty sure she might have been sneaking an extra couple in there. But there are worse things to be surprised by!

She was very affectionate and touch-centered; from the time I entered she was all smiles and hands on my hips. We chatted just briefly and I sat on the end of her bed, while she obligingly kneeled in front of me. I noticed her hands and her eyes had become focused elsewhere, and took a pause in the conversation to tell her she could begin. She undid my belt, pulled my pants off my ankles, and still in gown got to work.

This woman was an artist. A mixture of confidence and expertise left me unable to think straight. Between the sucking and the popping she would let out these little breathy moans. Her tongue did laps around the head while those golden eyes stared back up at me, and when I managed to groan out that I was close, she went full devouring of the shaft and damn near inhaled a load out of me.

While I was breathless, she went to the bathroom to spit and rinse, and soon after came back to the bed where we cuddled a while and talked about our lives. Her hands danced along my body and eventually found their way back down to my lower half... she asked me to lay back and took me in her mouth again, less vigorous before, just these long and deliberate engulfments. I asked her if she wanted to make love, to which she laughed and politely declined.. fair enough! The second time, while less intense than the first, was a wonderful delight in its own right. She seemed to take to sucking cock for cocksucking's sake and I wasn't going to complain.

In the end, she slowed and let me grow soft in the gentle suckling of her mouth, teasingly flipping her tongue against it. Eventually, she stood up and smiled and thanked me for the time and experience, which I took as a cue to put my pants on and go home. Honestly, it may have been the best head I'd ever received.

Thanks for the amazing time Gita! Fingers crossed we might indeed meet again, but if not, I'll treasure the memory forever.