Jasmina – Rabbit Hall

Another average experience… and since I probably won’t get a raffle ticket for just two words, I’m going to elaborate.

After needing to get rid of a few overripe avocados and waking up all night with the enthusiasm of a teenager in heat, I decided to call my favorite establishment in the morning. This time, luck smiled on Jasmine. Her version of the story isn’t relevant. To my surprise, she had the first available slot. I eagerly accepted, looking forward to it, thanks, bye!

Upon ringing the bell at Vinohrady, I’m immediately let in. A beautiful stranger opens the door, seats me behind a curtain, and tells me to wait for Jasmine. She picks me up in a minute, wearing snug lingerie and a loosely tied company robe… very sexy! Her facial expression and body language seem a bit bored, her handshake reserved… unlike me, she hides her enthusiasm perfectly.

She offers me slippers and leads me to the room. It’s clean and tastefully decorated, with a shower, and the temperature, lighting, and music are just right. We confirm an hour of B2B, she offers a shared shower and a drink, both of which I decline. She feigns a tear and runs off for the oil. Before I get out of the shower, she’s back, spreads a sheet, and starts setting up. I lie on my stomach and watch the show with a big D. More precisely, with two Ds. I put on a very satisfied smile and smack my lips in delight. All the minor imperfections of her body (belly, butt) are more than compensated by her perfect breasts, more like a D-cup than the declared C. Beautifully shaped, full, lively… with every move, they bounce three times, sway twice, and do one somersault. Silicone could never pull this off!

By the way, Jasmine is a young petite girl with darker skin, a pretty face, more sexy vulgar than exotic due to her striking makeup and enhanced lips, which for this occasion is perfectly fine with me. A few tattoos on her forearms and collarbone, no piercings found, just one anklet. Worth mentioning are her gorgeous long hair, which she keeps in a ponytail during the massage, but it still sways beautifully. She speaks fluent and a lot of Czech… lately, I’ve been “lucky” with that. Next time, I’ll try playing deaf-mute or bring headphones. Sorry, but I’m not interested in where you work, where you’re from, where you went on vacation, your hobbies, whether you exercise, how old you are… I understand and accept these questions at the beginning/end, but not at the best part when I have your nipple in my mouth and you’re grinding on me… mood killer af! Do I ask if you’ve considered exercising or liposuction? How much did that C-section hurt? How much would anal cost? I don’t ask…

Anyway, the massage begins, the girl half-lies, half-kneels to the side and strokes my butt with one hand… after a while, it “escalates” to stroking my back. To be fair, she does tickle my sack and after 10 minutes of forced conversation, she ventures into body-to-body. It’s also rather bland… paradoxically. Short, mechanical, no full-body weight laying, no moaning in my ear, no kisses on the body, no sensual pelvic or knee movement in the crotch as I hoped. Even with those breasts, there was much more potential.

Jasmine lies next to me, looking like she’s given it her all. I turn on my side facing her with my flag at half-mast, we cuddle for a bit (I’m cuddling, she’s holding still), nibbling her nipples and the flag slowly rises. Although I get verbal permission to touch down there, I’d need a jack to spread her thighs. I didn’t quite get that. Just like a woman… says one thing, does another, and means a third. So I turn on my back, the lady kneels to the side, pours oil on my crotch, and tries various grips, even using both hands once, tickling the tip… too bad she doesn’t blow on it. She asks if we’ll manage one or two rounds, thanks for asking, one will suffice. After a while, she sits on my knee, continues with manual stimulation and intersperses it with sensual breast squeezing, showing off and checking the scenery in the side mirrors, while I’m more focused on the one on the ceiling. I must say, she looks great on me. She’s probably thinking the same.

Gradually, she transitions from lingam to body-to-body. I pull her a bit closer, caressing her all over and kissing her body, neck, and face are off-limits. Makeup, she says… again, a shame she doesn’t lay on me, snuggle, no GFE even hinted… she just keeps her distance. At least she takes it between her breasts for a moment, but I’m not supposed to finish there. I’ll do my best, baby. After 10 thrusts, she sits back and resumes manual work, I sit up too to reach her, playing with her breasts, kissing and gently sucking them, only to be told that’s an extra service called pussycat. I’m stunned, what? First, I’ve had them in my mouth for about 5 minutes, and second, I thought pussycat was a euphemism for licking… which I’m not asking for. I politely explained this, saying I don’t have to do it if it bothers her, she said no, I probably can… just if other girls allow me too. Yes, so far without exception. I didn’t understand what got under her skin, certainly not me. Only at the end of the massage did she say her head hurts after some procedure, she’s considering going to the ER, etc… which explains why her head and sometimes her body were elsewhere. In this context, I must admit she handled it relatively decently, although it might have been better for all involved if she’d taken a sick day.

In any case, the atmosphere at the critical moment dropped, and inevitably, so did the erection, changing positions didn’t help much since I couldn’t reach her again… I was already resigned to leaving with a full sack for the first time, but the girl comes in the last moment with a peace offering the size of double D. She placed them on my face and tended to me below with her hand. I appreciate that she didn’t give up, it was probably embarrassing for her too. My friend perked up and after a few minutes, I finished as one should. Surprisingly, Jasmine didn’t slack off, added a few strokes, and nicely drained me.

After cleaning up, there were 15 minutes left, so I offered to return the massage… I hadn’t even finished the offer before Jasmine was lying on her stomach, sticking out her showpiece butt at me. I think we both enjoyed this part, even though I slacked off much like she did. In conclusion, a shared shower, mostly just cleansing, payment, a hug, and bye.

I’d sum it up as a weaker massage (stroking) with a very simple routine without wild showers, 69, or sex imitation, but with a beautiful young girl with full shapes and long hair. Especially the breasts are worth a feel! Points deducted for the absent GFE and a lot of unnecessary questions and answers often at inappropriate times. The eroticism suffered significantly because of it. Possibly a health issue, but unfortunately, it doesn’t excuse it.

Overall rating is average, neutral smiley, numerically 6/body to body, 60 min (time respected), 2000 CZK