Danielle – Fantazie Massage

Danielle, just before normal photos appeared on the site (and also just before a review by simply Filip appeared—please don’t let that influence you too much, as someone commented, it’s more of a review of a masseur than a masseuse). It’s been about a month, so let’s see what I can recall from memory.

When I arrived, I was wondering if Danielle or another girl opened the door—those old photos really didn’t give it away. Plus, she was wearing loose summer dresses that cleverly hid her assets—another reason for my uncertainty. But it was her. In the meantime, new photos have appeared—I can confirm it’s her, and the photos aren’t edited.

Danielle is really young; I don’t know if there’s any consistency in the stated age, but she is genuinely young. She has a slightly peculiar look in her eyes, but everything else is great—both her figure and personality.

There was a bit of a logistical issue—she got a newly renovated room for massages, which didn’t have a shower, and she seemed a bit uneasy about it, causing some delays. But as Danielle said, “this is my time, not your time”—the massage time was diligently adhered to.

I was given a robe for the trip to the shower (which I didn’t even need, but it’s a nice touch) and, of course, a pleasant escort. The initial shower was alone, the shower stall was small, but that wasn’t the reason. We agreed that Danielle prefers a joint shower at the end. I respect that and somewhat understand that she doesn’t want to shower 10 times in half a day. She said she’d come in 5 minutes after I showered. I replied, “come in 2 minutes, I’ll be quick.” Well, after two minutes, I opened the door, wondering where she was, and she was just arriving, carrying a pair of still-wrapped disposable slippers—a nice detail.

Back in the room, she adjusted the music—it’s important for her, as previous reviews also indicate. They’re her songs, which she massages to and often sings along with. She immediately figured out from my comment on the playlist that I read reviews.

Finally, the dress came off, and I saw her figure—she’s slimmer than I expected from the photos, with natural D-cup breasts, which is accurate. I was just surprised that they were softer for such a young girl, but they were really pleasant to touch. I lay on my stomach, and a thorough massage began, in rhythm with the pleasant music and her occasional singing. She knows where to apply pressure, focusing on certain points quite thoroughly; at times, it even hurt a bit, but I didn’t mind. She massages diligently, putting a lot of energy into it, and exudes a pleasant mood. A thought crossed my mind that if she ever gets tired of massages, she should open a physiotherapy clinic; you can tell she really enjoys working with the human body. After the massage came the sliding, her breasts were everywhere, and I occasionally feared she might slide off the futon and end up with her head against the wall. The mirror on the side was at the right height (which isn’t always the case, even in this salon), so I could admire the view of her breasts pressed against me. It was beautiful… those who appreciate a good view will understand. There was occasional checking of my crotch.

I couldn’t wait to turn over. When I finally lay on my back, she continued with a lot of contact. I don’t remember many details, not because there wasn’t anything to remember, but because what happened was such an intense experience. There was definitely a lot of contact between my friend and her body. I really like it when a girl constantly rubs against it with different parts of her body. Her breasts were available, and so was her kitty. I don’t know how long it lasted, but the excitement was building. Then I remember Danielle was perpendicular to my body, her kitty angled towards the mirror, just within reach. Her breasts were in my crotch.

I was teasing her with my hand (of course, within the rules, I would never dare try fingers inside), it slid beautifully, and I watched my actions in the mirror. What she was doing with me, I don’t really know. Was it between her breasts, or between her breasts and chin…? I really don’t know, but it was intense and hard to withstand for long. It was truly a fantasy (not just a fantasy). The orgasm was really strong.

There was no rush with wiping off, I don’t even really remember how she wiped me down. What I do remember is that she sat next to me, slowly, very slowly wiping one breast and her face. As I mentioned, I don’t really know what was happening down there, I can only guess from the intense experience and where she was wiping…

Then we lay there for a while, gently caressing each other. It seemed to me that it was starting to build up again; if I could finish again in a few minutes, I’m sure it would have happened.

Time for a shower, Danielle cheerfully hopped down the hallway, and I was curious if it would really be a joint shower in that tiny shower stall. Yes, it was (it was, Filip), and it was worth it. We all know body-to-body massage. I had body-to-body oil washing in the shower, incredibly close contact—not just because the shower stall is tiny. It was amazing; I’ve never experienced such an erotic final shower, and I think if I want to experience it again, I’ll have to go back to Danielle—and I hope she sticks with massages so I have the opportunity. Again, if I could finish twice in a few minutes, it would definitely have happened in that shower.

The only thing I messed up was not washing my hair. The massage was such a ride that the oil was everywhere, and when I left, I realized my hair looked like I hadn’t washed it in a week. My mistake.

Would I repeat? Hopefully, I’ll have the opportunity. If I missed her, I’d regret it for a long time.

Recommendation? I think you got the idea…

Oh, and I almost forgot. If you want to experience the same thing you experience elsewhere, don’t go to Danielle.

If you’re counting towels, there were two (two thumbs up for the salon), although one was smaller, both were really dry this time (which isn’t always the case, unfortunately).

If you’re asking if the pussycat was really a pussycat. Well, pussy was, cat too, they’re actually the same, but it wasn’t with the mouth, I’m not really into that, I actually have a bit of an issue with it. I prefer gentle and considerate finger work and am always pleased when it’s willingly accepted.

Pussycat
60 minutes
2400 CZK + tip