Lydia

About Lydia

Hi! I speak Polish, English, and German – please read my preferences and availability below. I work the days and times listed in the ad – please read carefully. My hair is a bit lighter now, but I'm still the same :) Here's what I offer: a finale, classic sex with protection, various positions with protection, French with protection as foreplay, tongue kisses, 69. Always nice outfits, high heels, stockings, discretion, and high hygiene. I arrange appointments on short notice (preferably with a little heads-up) or at a fixed time. If I can't respond right away, I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Dear gentlemen, thank you for reading my offer, and you're warmly invited! Anyone who books an appointment and doesn't show up will be blocked with no possibility of rebooking.

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2/5

I received her at my place a while ago. She looks nothing like her filtered photos. She's nice enough, but a bit odd. Beforehand I'd explicitly asked whether French kissing was on the table, which she confirmed, but it stayed at something fairly superficial. I'd let her know I'd choose between a half hour or a full hour depending on chemistry, but the magic was gone pretty quickly. The only decent part was the massage she gave. So just skip her.

5/5

When I arrive, she opens the door completely at ease, dressed casual but dripping with sensuality. Blonde hair pinned up, a look that leaves no doubt—fully aware of the effect she has. She leads me into a clean, fragrant room. I sit down, she approaches unhurried. Deep, intense kisses, with a soft tongue. Her hands are already everywhere. She whispers something in my ear, drops to her knees, and starts a slow, deep blowjob, her gaze drifting off. 💦 She's in absolutely no rush, savoring every moment: switching from tongue to lips, taking pauses, then picking up the pace again. When she feels me burning for her, she undresses: flawless figure, fair skin, curves in all the right places. I turn her onto her stomach—first soft moans, then growing more intense. I take her from behind, and she presses back into me, her nails digging into me, teeth at my neck, clinging to me, her moaning unrelenting. I finish stretched out, breathless. She smiles, strokes me, then gets up naked and comes back with a glass of water. Cold only on paper—in truth, burning hot to share.