Originally Posted by
condorheroes
My god, her facial expressions when she bites her lip and stares through me, it electrifies the hair on my balls and raises goosebumps. Especially as I run my hand along the curve of her arse to her waist then her breast like they're sand dunes in the desert.
I was at Diva a month ago and saw Stella, I got the feeling she's a bit new and didn't want to write a review on her til she got the hang of it. Considering Diva's price point compared to SBM, it's hard for me to justify coming here. Mayu at SBM is still one of the best massage sessions I've had. But after seeing all the Fergie reviews pop up on this forum I knew I had to see what all the hype was about.
With my booking sorted, I arrive and the mamasan comes out with a broom and dustpan in her hand, I caught her mid sweep. She invites me to the waiting room and offers me a selection of airplane cocktail sized drinks. I take a Fanta then paid up the $110 for 45 minutes. She points her broom up to door 8 (I think?) in front of the stair well. It must be newly renovated because it's so small that the bathroom is in a separate room, then the toilet is in another room next to the bathroom. Imagine three adjoined rooms, each one consecutively smaller than the last. I sit and wait on the massage table for Fergie. There's a mirror on the back wall but the headrest is facing the front wall. What's the point of having a mirror there if I'm turned the other way? This is a strange arrangement. Management should turn the massage table to face the mirror wall so the customer can actually make use of it during the session. It would be a way better view than the air conditioner planted on the front wall.
The click of high heels on wooden floors has become my Pavlov's dog. Whenever I hear it now, my little bro starts salivating. Fergie arrives in a black cocktail dress that falls of her body as she walks into the room. Lacy creme lingerie carries her breast and arse cheeks, their perkiness bouncing with the elastic lining. She asks me if I want to get straight into the session. Her conversation is short and friendly. For those who are in a more talkative mood, you might have to carry most of the conversation.
The massage begins with a medium firm strength which suits me because I can't handle too much pressure. There are several knots in my back and neck that she squeezes out with her elbow and thumb. I'm an office worker so sitting at a computer for eight hours is terrible for my spine. She's very perceptive at finding these knots and grinding them out. All of this is done in between light strokes making it's way up my balls and arse crack. My back and neck feels a lot more loose now. Awesome, it saves me a trip to the chiropractor.
PART 2
After Fergie runs her fingers along the ridge of my balls to the my arse crack with increasing frequency to get the attention of my little bro. She starts wiping the oil from my back so she can begin her body slide. Her tits run from my calves all the way up to my shoulders then down again. Soft nipples dragging along my skin. She plumps her lips to leave a trail of kisses and a warm breath up and down my body. When she gets to my head she whispers a moan that travels through my ear and shivers down my spine. Her voice has a midnight sultriness to it. Is there such thing as an ear boner? Ear gasm? Because I felt that.
She turns me over and starts sliding up the front of my body. Fringes of hair fall over her shoulder and breast and for a second she looks like Tifa from Final Fantasy 7. High school version of me would cream instantly. She kisses my body and licks my nipple while lightly pressing the base of my little bro. Then she kisses my neck and cheek. Of course, no LFK though. She asks me how I liked to be stroked, soft or hard, and this is where I make a mistake. I've never been asked this before so I just said "both". Kind of like the first time a barber asks you what number you want your haircut and you just pick a random one. She also asked if she can touch the tip of my penis and I nodded, thinking she just meant light touches rather than putting pressure. Ideally, what I should have said was that I prefer hard strokes around the shaft area. The strokes didn't really go well with my little bro and he went soft.
She asked if I was okay and I told her it was my bad, I gave her wrong instructions. Not too worry, she started the body slide again and this time pressed her breasts against my little bro while licking my nipples. I started grinding against her chest for some spanish, my little bro loved sliding between her soft tit meat as it squeezed both sides of his shaft. Then I grabbed my little bro into my own hands as she pressed her sister against my balls and squeezed my thighs. This was enough to send me over the edge. I shot a cluster of comets that streaked across my belly to my chest.
During the session, I could feel how much effort she was putting into ensuring my pleasure. We even went five minutes over time as she gave me a post cum massage after she cleaned me. I always say, the effort a girl puts in is worth more than her beauty. But if you have both than you have a true gem on your hands. Fergie is the sexiest ML I have ever seen. I am already thinking about seeing her again even though I usually like to explore.
Thanks Fergie.
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