ICHIKO

I booked a session through a discreet website and headed to a modern hotel in Melbourne. The door buzzed open, and I was greeted by a woman named Ichiko. She had a striking presence—tall for an Asian woman, maybe 5’7”, with sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, and shoulder-length hair dyed a subtle auburn. She wore a sleek black jumpsuit that showed off her toned figure, and her confident smile put me at ease right away.

Ichiko ushered me into the room, which had a view of the Melbourne skyline and a king-sized bed neatly made up. She spoke fluent English with a faint accent, chatting about the tram delays as she poured me a glass of wine. She said she was 27, originally from Kyoto, and had been in Australia for two years studying design before dipping into this line of work.

After I showered, she dimmed the lights and slipped out of her jumpsuit, revealing a lean, athletic body with small C-cup breasts and long, sculpted legs. The website pics were spot-on, though they didn’t capture her poise in person. She asked what I liked, and I suggested starting slow.

She knelt on the bed and began with some light kissing—soft pecks that turned into deep, lingering DFK. Her lips were full and warm, and she wasn’t shy about pressing herself close. Then she moved into a blowjob, and wow, she knew what she was doing—slow, deliberate suction with a twist of her tongue that had me gripping the sheets. No teeth, just smooth control.

I asked if we could try something mutual, so she straddled my face for 69. Her skin was silky, and she smelled faintly of lavender. She got into it, letting out low, husky moans that vibed with what I was feeling. After a bit, she sat up, grinning, and said, “You’re good at that.”

We moved to sex—started with her on top, riding me with a steady bounce that let me watch her body in motion. Her breasts jiggled slightly, and she laughed when I reached up to touch, saying, “Go ahead, I don’t bite.” I switched to doggy next, and the view of her arched back and firm ass was unreal—especially with the mirror on the wall reflecting it all. She pushed back into me, keeping the rhythm hot.

For the finish, I went with missionary. She locked eyes with me, urging me on with little gasps and a tight grip on my shoulders. When I came, she held me there for a moment, breathing hard, then flashed a playful smirk.

Afterward, Ichiko cleaned up quick and offered me a snack—some crackers she had on the table. We talked a bit more; she’s into photography and showed me a cool shot she’d taken of the Yarra River on her phone. She works part-time like this to fund her art, which I thought was pretty badass.

I left buzzing—Ichiko’s mix of skill, confidence, and chill vibes made it a standout experience. Hope she sticks around Melbourne’s scene.

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