Brook advertizes in The Mirror "black, buxom, 46DD." If you like really, really big boobs, Brook is for you. She's in a high-rise right on Sherbrooke and Girouard. A little tough making an appointment (she wants you to call an 45 minutes before to make your appointment, can't book in advance. Weird ), but finally got one.
She's an independent, so I was a little nervous going in. You never know what to expect. She meets me at the door in her lingerie sporting some of the biggest cleavage I've ever seen in person.The Grand Canyon of cleavage. Needless to say, she got my attention.
Invites me in with a big smile. She's very short and a bit overweight. Maybe 5'1", 140-150 pounds (I'm really shitty at estimating weight). On top of the outrageous fun-bags, she's carrying extra weight on her butt, thighs and belly. I'm not saying this to be mean, just to keep you guys who don't like fleshy women from being disappointed.
The apartment is small, sparse and obviously just set up to receive customers. She asks me to strip down and lie on the bed, which I do.
It's $50 for 45 minutes. She gives a cursory rub and quickly unleashes her greatest assets. If you are a boob-lover, than Brook is for you because she uses them to massage you with. Up and down your whole body, including sliding her nipple along your butt crack.
On the flip, she positions herself so that one of her mams is up against my face. Free to suck on and play with as I want. My parents always told me it is rude to turn down hosts who offer you something, so I oblige. All the while, she's lightly brushing Shorty and The Twins. After I'd had my fill, she gets me to swing my legs over the side of the bed and kneels down between them. Plop, she slaps her two sweater zeppelins around my knob and goes right to applying a Russian. Sweet.
I'm squeezing them and squishing them and watching my poor little skin boat get totally engulfed in wave after wave of flesh. Brook's face is OK at best. Only saying this because in this position, you're looking right at each other.
Regardless, she's a trooper. I've always had trouble finishing with a Russian because I like a little more tension around Willy. She senses this and starts stroking with her hand, all while keeping him nestled between the warmth of her juggs. She's also pretty adept at the dirty talk.
That does the trick. I'm ready to blow, she slips the hotdog between her buns and I add a healthy helping of mayo as a condiment.
She was very pleasant and well-spoken. We shared a few laughs and she seems like a really nice person. Repeat? Don't think so. I like women of all shapes and sizes, but Brook was a little too fleshy for my taste.
She's an independent, so I was a little nervous going in. You never know what to expect. She meets me at the door in her lingerie sporting some of the biggest cleavage I've ever seen in person.The Grand Canyon of cleavage. Needless to say, she got my attention.
Invites me in with a big smile. She's very short and a bit overweight. Maybe 5'1", 140-150 pounds (I'm really shitty at estimating weight). On top of the outrageous fun-bags, she's carrying extra weight on her butt, thighs and belly. I'm not saying this to be mean, just to keep you guys who don't like fleshy women from being disappointed.
The apartment is small, sparse and obviously just set up to receive customers. She asks me to strip down and lie on the bed, which I do.
It's $50 for 45 minutes. She gives a cursory rub and quickly unleashes her greatest assets. If you are a boob-lover, than Brook is for you because she uses them to massage you with. Up and down your whole body, including sliding her nipple along your butt crack.
On the flip, she positions herself so that one of her mams is up against my face. Free to suck on and play with as I want. My parents always told me it is rude to turn down hosts who offer you something, so I oblige. All the while, she's lightly brushing Shorty and The Twins. After I'd had my fill, she gets me to swing my legs over the side of the bed and kneels down between them. Plop, she slaps her two sweater zeppelins around my knob and goes right to applying a Russian. Sweet.
I'm squeezing them and squishing them and watching my poor little skin boat get totally engulfed in wave after wave of flesh. Brook's face is OK at best. Only saying this because in this position, you're looking right at each other.
Regardless, she's a trooper. I've always had trouble finishing with a Russian because I like a little more tension around Willy. She senses this and starts stroking with her hand, all while keeping him nestled between the warmth of her juggs. She's also pretty adept at the dirty talk.
That does the trick. I'm ready to blow, she slips the hotdog between her buns and I add a healthy helping of mayo as a condiment.
She was very pleasant and well-spoken. We shared a few laughs and she seems like a really nice person. Repeat? Don't think so. I like women of all shapes and sizes, but Brook was a little too fleshy for my taste.