I've been a Chi-Chi follower for years, from the early days when she pleasured us for pennies at Fang Fang.
I chuckled through massageplanet.net's collective obsession with Chi-Chi's fine breasts. It was her full and rounded rump that arrested me, and although her breasts were literally up for grabs, the sweetie wasn't letting her clients journey to the southern climes.
I've been out of Toronto a while now. When I returned earlier this year and found Chi-Chi as part-owner of Evergreen at Yonge and Eglinton, I was utterly delighted at her success. She was sporting a low-slung sarong skirt when I paid her a visit, and lord, she'd never looked so mature and so lovely. I've never met a Chinese woman with such curves.
Now I'm a tad distressed to read she's no longer at Evergreen, but in the gawd-awful burbs and from what I read, offering extras such as NR and BS that she'd always resisted for her own good reasons. I hate to think of her doing things she doesn't want to do because she needs the money.
But on the other hand, the testosterone roars at the thought of a totally naked Chi-Chi as a sister of mercy. Yes, YES, curse my maleness, but I'd near-kill for the lot, the topless, the nude, the reverse, the body slide that might stop my heart, her golden buttocks spilling from the palms of my wayward hands, that elusive sea star a siren for a probing tongue. Oh, I could be so rotten about this...
Yet so far, there isn't a single testamonial to Chi-Chi's actually going beyond the traditional massage--which is so very good in her case--and happy ending. I'm torn between hope and relief that she's no slave to the crone at the F studio and my unrequited lust for what must be the most sumptuous backside ever to dance out of the Middle Kingdom.
If anyone can put me out of my misery, your two cents' worth is more than welcome. Feel free to PM if you prefer.
I chuckled through massageplanet.net's collective obsession with Chi-Chi's fine breasts. It was her full and rounded rump that arrested me, and although her breasts were literally up for grabs, the sweetie wasn't letting her clients journey to the southern climes.
I've been out of Toronto a while now. When I returned earlier this year and found Chi-Chi as part-owner of Evergreen at Yonge and Eglinton, I was utterly delighted at her success. She was sporting a low-slung sarong skirt when I paid her a visit, and lord, she'd never looked so mature and so lovely. I've never met a Chinese woman with such curves.
Now I'm a tad distressed to read she's no longer at Evergreen, but in the gawd-awful burbs and from what I read, offering extras such as NR and BS that she'd always resisted for her own good reasons. I hate to think of her doing things she doesn't want to do because she needs the money.
But on the other hand, the testosterone roars at the thought of a totally naked Chi-Chi as a sister of mercy. Yes, YES, curse my maleness, but I'd near-kill for the lot, the topless, the nude, the reverse, the body slide that might stop my heart, her golden buttocks spilling from the palms of my wayward hands, that elusive sea star a siren for a probing tongue. Oh, I could be so rotten about this...
Yet so far, there isn't a single testamonial to Chi-Chi's actually going beyond the traditional massage--which is so very good in her case--and happy ending. I'm torn between hope and relief that she's no slave to the crone at the F studio and my unrequited lust for what must be the most sumptuous backside ever to dance out of the Middle Kingdom.
If anyone can put me out of my misery, your two cents' worth is more than welcome. Feel free to PM if you prefer.