Review: Mylan LaRue

General Details

I met Mylan at her incall apartment in suburban Maryland. I had been told to go right in without knocking. Mylan, her lovely slender body draped in a long, silky white robe worn over a bra and panties and thigh-high black stockings, crossed the room to greet me. She took my hands in hers. 'Are you nervous?' she asked. 'A little,' I replied. 'So am I,' she said. 'I always am.' I had expected a lady sophisticated in her manner and brazen in her sensuality. (And the sophistication I anticipated is what made me a little nervous.) Instead, I met Mylan, sweet, innocent Mylan, almost girlish, even a little shy. In wide-ranging conversation, Mylan told me a lot about herself and asked a lot about me. If my personality and experience were different (I'm a newbie), maybe she would have responded to me differently. So YMMV. But enough of conjecture. As she was, Mylan captivated me. We drew ever closer on the couch, our legs gradually entwined, and our hands touched. Mylan seduced me. I could no longer follow the conversation. I wanted to kiss her. I did kiss her. She kissed me back. We kissed again and again. Soon Mylan said, 'Come with me. I'll show you where I take the naughty boys.' And so she did. In the naughty boys' room, Mylan showed me that she is not quite so innocent as at first she seemed and not at all inhibited. The details, so juicy that only VIPs can be allowed to read them, follow below. But before I go there, let me say that Mylan is the perfect girlfriend for an evening, captivating, seductive, and satisfying. I recommend her highly.