Phyllis

Phyllis is a tall, barely plus-sized woman, with awesome tight tits and butt, carefully shaved pudendum and a beautifully relaxed demeanor. I met her through Backpage and paid her a couple hundred bucks for the out call. She got me off twice in the encounter and smoked up with me. She’s in her very early forties, mostly straight-laced, recovering from any number of ailments and issues.

Her most interesting trait is the major surgical scars across her torso from treatments for something or another. The scars threatened to be off-putting, but the lighting was good, and the impression she made was of a large, smooth, and attractive woman, educated and experienced with a pleasant, relaxing voice. She was not above acting the bit of a horny perv, a babe who could keep her client’s attention. Lying side-by-side but head to foot, she lifted her knee to her chest to allow me to finger her hot muffin at arm’s length. She was very relaxed, easy to talk to. She’s a pro.

My favorite memory of her is how, soon after we first met, and after I’d gotten her out of her top and bra, she let me roll her onto her back and perform intercourse with her mouth, as I pulled her hair to bring that suction up onto my surprisingly hard love sabre, and then let her head drop back down. She gave me her mouth for intercourse. With my knees right up in her armpits, my fingers dug into her uncharacteristically short hair, practically sitting on her big rack, I reached down and pulled her head up and down and slowly fucked her lips, and Phyllis  breathed and sighed and found the exact same rhythm I breathed and sighed, and with her helpful encouragement I bucked and climaxed right, right, right there, holding her hair, and she held that perfect wet suction and I realized she didn’t know beforehand that my orgasm was dry, and I savored that gift, that she gave me a magnificent suck and swallow, and didn’t know she’d avoid the uncomfortable stuff. This was a fine sexual treasure she had given me, had urged me to enjoy.

When she realized there would be no semen, she became very relaxed and affectionate, rubbed her cheek against my cock and grinned, made me reassure her I’d truly orgasmed. We puffed, and played around, I nibbled her nipples, and we talked and talked for way over the hour I’d paid for and she got me off again before she left. I only saw Phyllis that one time, though I called her once quite late; she asked me straight out whether I wanted her or just a blowjob, because if it was the latter, then I would save time and money paying a local girl, and she implied she wasn’t puffing. She still advertises, and her ads imply she doesn’t use drugs anymore. I believe her and wish her well.