Indo spinner, saggy boobs and smelly, never again (again)
It was the 6th time I found myself entangled with a freelancer from Skout, and for each encounter, a familiar regret washed over me.
I found this girl on skout then we shortly arrange a date. She speaks mandarin.
Age: 37
Face: A mere 2/5, Betrayed the promise of her photos. The cruel trick of modernity had catfished me once again.
Body: 2/5 - Similarly disappointing, she is thin and petite but her boobs: small and saggy, were a testament of time.
Height: 5'1
Skill: 2/5 - I did all the work, her blowjob was ok.
Price & Session Length: 1k for 2 hours - 2Q
Repeat: Not a chance. I'm not doing a Skout freelancer again.. until next time..
My experience:
We met in a sterile hourly hotel.
When she undressed, she told me she went to a chinese massage the day before. So, her back were full of red bruises on her shoulder and back.. and when she turned, I saw her boobs which were small AND saggy.
I wanted to leave but I'm a gentleman, the arrangement to meet her were quite bothersome and my balls were full of sperms that needed to be released. 
As we lay in bed, she attempted to kiss me which is a no-no for me. Her lack of beauty, coupled with the unpleasant odor of her breath, made the intimacy grotesque. It wasn’t worth the risks from this companion...
In the first round, she took control, riding me with an enthusiasm that felt like a deja-vu, I had Skout spinners riding and echoing the same hollow phrases. We transitioned to missionary, I came in about 5 min. 
She was disappointed but it was irelevant to me, I had not come seeking her satisfaction. With my wife, I ws attentive but when I punt, it's for me. 
Though I said that, for the second round, I promised myself I would make her cum. I was less concerned with her pleasure than driven by a desire to reclaim some semblance of my own masculinity in this desolate transaction. It was for my ego, my pride, my masculinity.
We transitioned to doggy style, stretching on for what seemed like 30 interminable minutes. She came and seemed satisfied. As for me, not that much.
Conclusion:
Yes, there are moments when the allure of exploring different type of pussies becomes irresistible. Yes, the freelancers on Skout seems to truly enjoy sex with you. And yes, you want to give them some warmth given they are far away from their hometown..
Yet, with each meeting with those from the Philippines or Indonesia... I am confronted with a familiar disappointment. The scent of their breath and bodies, often mingled with an overpowering, cheap perfume, becomes a source of nausea rather than desire. It’s a headache wrapped in a moment that should be liberating.
Also as I confront the reality of aging, I notice the subtle betrayals of my own body. The vigor of youth has waned, and my erection, once a reliable source of confidence, now falters.
The punting game, once a source of adventure, now feels like a hollow echo of a lost vitality..
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