Meester Bond
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This time my review is on Sarah Peach
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So a while back now, I was searching through NZ Girls looking for a curvy woman. Not large. Just one with a big butt. I stumbled across a black woman. I can’t recall what her name was at the time. Now I’m not normally one for African women, but this one had all the magnificent curves in the right place. A gigantic butt but slim waist. Going by her profile pics anyway.
A Ghetto Booty they call it.
I used up all my James Bond jokes in the previous critique for Mia, so this time imagine there’s a funky disco beat playing and Meester Bond’s strutting along the road doing his cool walk. He’s making John Travolta look like he’s having warp spasms.
And for some unknown reason he’s become a black guy.
Once again, my friends, just humour me.
This girl works out of motels, which I hate because I feel like a sleazy creep hanging around them waiting for the text telling me to come in. But I booked a one-hour session, a standard service with a bath extra.
Meeting her, her body didn’t look as good as her pics but it was still a pleasing shape and she had a pretty face.
Face: 8/10
Body: 6/10
‘Hey, babe,’ I said. ‘I’m suffering from a bit of jungle fever, so I thought I’d bring a little heat your way and get my freak on. My name’s John Roundtree. They call me Shaft, because that’s what I like to do to nice tight puss—’
Yeah, okay, okay, I didn’t say that. Enough of the jive, I get it, I get it.
Anyway, I had a lot of fun in that bath with this girl, soaping her up and doing a bit of groping and cuddling. Standard service - no kissing. Beautiful onion booty.
With an ass like that I want it up in the air so I can bury my face into it. But imagine by despair when she said, ‘Sorry… but because of cultural reasons I don’t bend over like that.’
I jerk back with surprise and blink. Is she jivin’ me? What sort of a backward culture is she from?
‘What?’ I scoff. ‘You won’t even do 69?’
‘No. Sorry.’
Ah man. I was gutted but I went through with the session anyway.
Yes, my friends. I can hear you saying it, “Hey, sucker! What were you thinking, you crazy fool?” Yeah, yeah, I get it. What’s a session with a SWer if you don’t get to slam your face into her back door?
Anyway, it was a nice session. Nothing to rave about. But I went away a bit deflated, my cool walk reverting to just a plain white Caucasian shamble along the road to where my car was parked. I hadn’t got to experience that derrière in the way evolution had intended.
What a jive turkey I was booking that girl.
Sex: 6/10
Booty: Can’t rate because she wouldn’t let me get a good look at it.
Bond girl rating: 5/10
Did that put me off booking another black girl? No, it didn’t my friends.
A few months down the track I’m coming across another black woman called Sarah Peach with adverts about a Peachy GFE experience. I had no idea it was the same girl. Different pictures and she’s offering a special surprise for first time clients, so I thought I’d try my luck. Pay a little more for her Peachy experience.
So I haul on my flared jeans and wide collared disco shirt, sling on my medallion, (You know I’m jivin’ again, right?) drive over and flounce up to yet another motel. Sigh.
I knock on the door and she opens it. What the fuck? It’s the same girl!
‘Oh hello again!’ she says with a smile.
I’m automatically thinking, da-yam! I’m not gonna get to do what I want with this girl. But what she was offering seemed to be something different. So I forced a smile and went on in anyway. After all I was going to get the bathtub experience again which I don’t get very often with SWers.
Imagine my surprise, my friends, when in the bathroom, the lights are off, the tub is full, rose petals sprinkled in the water and there are candles flickering. Man, this girl is putting it all on!
Even better when it comes to bed, her cultural sensitives have suddenly gone hurtling down the gurgler. She’s immediately sticking that booty up in the air for me to examine in all its glory. She’s twerking it like she’s been doing it all her life.
Can you dig, my friends? I sure could!
I didn’t say anything about the jive she fed me last time. I just chuckled on the inside about how cultural and religious sensitivities can vanish down the crapper when there’s a little more moolah changing hands.
So I’m doing my thing, being that butt-kisser again. (only when it comes to sex, my friends!) I didn’t even ask if I could rim her. I probably should have but didn’t think she’d agree anyway.
Then next thing a bottle of oil is being shoved in my face. ‘Here, baby!’
Now I’m getting into the whole black African vibe again. Right on! I dig, babe! I dig!
I start slathering generous amounts of oil onto that big round ebony booty so that seconds later it’s shimmering under the light.
‘Now that’s what I’m talking about!’ I blurt. (I really did say that!)
But that’s not all I’m talking about. Shortly after that out comes a small vibrator.
‘Use this.’
Dy-no-mite!
She’s turned into one bad mama-jama, my friends!
I’m not having to ask for any of this stuff, either. She's just offering it!
So afterwards, I’m hitting the street in the groove this time, dudes. I got the Peach GFE experience without the BS of last time.
So, my friends. That’s my review. She’s obviously learned a few things over the time she’s been doing this job. Figuring out what’s gonna get her clients. And since then, hiking up her prices because she knows she can.
Sex: 7/10
Oiled up booty: 10/10
Bond Girl Rating: 8/10
………………………………………………..
So a while back now, I was searching through NZ Girls looking for a curvy woman. Not large. Just one with a big butt. I stumbled across a black woman. I can’t recall what her name was at the time. Now I’m not normally one for African women, but this one had all the magnificent curves in the right place. A gigantic butt but slim waist. Going by her profile pics anyway.
A Ghetto Booty they call it.
I used up all my James Bond jokes in the previous critique for Mia, so this time imagine there’s a funky disco beat playing and Meester Bond’s strutting along the road doing his cool walk. He’s making John Travolta look like he’s having warp spasms.
And for some unknown reason he’s become a black guy.
Once again, my friends, just humour me.
This girl works out of motels, which I hate because I feel like a sleazy creep hanging around them waiting for the text telling me to come in. But I booked a one-hour session, a standard service with a bath extra.
Meeting her, her body didn’t look as good as her pics but it was still a pleasing shape and she had a pretty face.
Face: 8/10
Body: 6/10
‘Hey, babe,’ I said. ‘I’m suffering from a bit of jungle fever, so I thought I’d bring a little heat your way and get my freak on. My name’s John Roundtree. They call me Shaft, because that’s what I like to do to nice tight puss—’
Yeah, okay, okay, I didn’t say that. Enough of the jive, I get it, I get it.
Anyway, I had a lot of fun in that bath with this girl, soaping her up and doing a bit of groping and cuddling. Standard service - no kissing. Beautiful onion booty.
With an ass like that I want it up in the air so I can bury my face into it. But imagine by despair when she said, ‘Sorry… but because of cultural reasons I don’t bend over like that.’
I jerk back with surprise and blink. Is she jivin’ me? What sort of a backward culture is she from?
‘What?’ I scoff. ‘You won’t even do 69?’
‘No. Sorry.’
Ah man. I was gutted but I went through with the session anyway.
Yes, my friends. I can hear you saying it, “Hey, sucker! What were you thinking, you crazy fool?” Yeah, yeah, I get it. What’s a session with a SWer if you don’t get to slam your face into her back door?
Anyway, it was a nice session. Nothing to rave about. But I went away a bit deflated, my cool walk reverting to just a plain white Caucasian shamble along the road to where my car was parked. I hadn’t got to experience that derrière in the way evolution had intended.
What a jive turkey I was booking that girl.
Sex: 6/10
Booty: Can’t rate because she wouldn’t let me get a good look at it.
Bond girl rating: 5/10
Did that put me off booking another black girl? No, it didn’t my friends.
A few months down the track I’m coming across another black woman called Sarah Peach with adverts about a Peachy GFE experience. I had no idea it was the same girl. Different pictures and she’s offering a special surprise for first time clients, so I thought I’d try my luck. Pay a little more for her Peachy experience.
So I haul on my flared jeans and wide collared disco shirt, sling on my medallion, (You know I’m jivin’ again, right?) drive over and flounce up to yet another motel. Sigh.
I knock on the door and she opens it. What the fuck? It’s the same girl!
‘Oh hello again!’ she says with a smile.
I’m automatically thinking, da-yam! I’m not gonna get to do what I want with this girl. But what she was offering seemed to be something different. So I forced a smile and went on in anyway. After all I was going to get the bathtub experience again which I don’t get very often with SWers.
Imagine my surprise, my friends, when in the bathroom, the lights are off, the tub is full, rose petals sprinkled in the water and there are candles flickering. Man, this girl is putting it all on!
Even better when it comes to bed, her cultural sensitives have suddenly gone hurtling down the gurgler. She’s immediately sticking that booty up in the air for me to examine in all its glory. She’s twerking it like she’s been doing it all her life.
Can you dig, my friends? I sure could!
I didn’t say anything about the jive she fed me last time. I just chuckled on the inside about how cultural and religious sensitivities can vanish down the crapper when there’s a little more moolah changing hands.
So I’m doing my thing, being that butt-kisser again. (only when it comes to sex, my friends!) I didn’t even ask if I could rim her. I probably should have but didn’t think she’d agree anyway.
Then next thing a bottle of oil is being shoved in my face. ‘Here, baby!’
Now I’m getting into the whole black African vibe again. Right on! I dig, babe! I dig!
I start slathering generous amounts of oil onto that big round ebony booty so that seconds later it’s shimmering under the light.
‘Now that’s what I’m talking about!’ I blurt. (I really did say that!)
But that’s not all I’m talking about. Shortly after that out comes a small vibrator.
‘Use this.’
Dy-no-mite!
She’s turned into one bad mama-jama, my friends!
I’m not having to ask for any of this stuff, either. She's just offering it!
So afterwards, I’m hitting the street in the groove this time, dudes. I got the Peach GFE experience without the BS of last time.
So, my friends. That’s my review. She’s obviously learned a few things over the time she’s been doing this job. Figuring out what’s gonna get her clients. And since then, hiking up her prices because she knows she can.
Sex: 7/10
Oiled up booty: 10/10
Bond Girl Rating: 8/10
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