Ts Jayla Review - Soho

[steve]

I was looking for something a bit spicier than a late-night kebab, so I checked out Jayla's OnlyFans and thought, "Why not?" After all, variety is the spice of life—and sometimes that spice costs £200. Arrangements were smooth over WhatsApp; she was prompt, professional, and even sent her postcode faster than my Deliveroo orders arrive.

Her message was clear: no kissing, and oral with a condom—though I could perform OWO on her if I fancied. Fair play; I wasn't expecting a rom-com moment.

I arrived in Soho, dodging tourists and street performers like I was in a real-life game of Frogger. A quick call later, she guided me through a not-so-discreet entrance. The building wasn't exactly The Ritz, but at least there were no sketchy lifts that could double as horror movie sets.

Jayla greeted me at the door, looking stunning in a little black dress. Her pictures online did her justice, which is rare enough to be worthy of a celebratory dance. After a friendly cheek peck, she led me into her flat—a cozy but slightly cluttered spot. Think "creative genius" rather than "post-apocalyptic survivalist."

After handing over the cash, she kindly offered me a shower. The options included a variety of shower gels and mouthwash—clearly, hygiene is part of the premium package. Feeling fresher than a mint ad, I returned to the room, where she suggested a quick massage.

Off came the black dress, revealing a toned body, perky chest, and... well, let's say she was packing more than just charm. She straddled me and began what I can only describe as "massage-inspired touching." It wasn't exactly spa-level, but it was effective enough to make me forget my usual shoulder aches from bad posture.

Things quickly escalated, and I found myself face-to-face—or rather, face-to-something else. Her member was firm, with a gentle curve that seemed custom-designed by nature's engineering team. After some enthusiastic oral action on both sides, we switched to a classic 69—truly a win-win position if there ever was one.

While the thought of her topping crossed my mind, I hadn't prepared, and this isn't the type of adventure you want to jump into unprepared (pun intended). So, I offered to top her instead. She hesitated for a moment, then agreed, applying lube with the precision of someone frosting a cake on a baking show. After a couple of deep sniffs of poppers, she was ready, and so was I.

The chemistry was fantastic, and the session felt equal parts passionate and fun. Her moans were music to my ears—better than any playlist I've ever made. After a satisfying climax, I disposed of the condom and basked in post-coital contentment.

We chatted a bit while cooling down. She mentioned she usually prefers to top but found me appealing enough to switch roles—either genuine or a masterclass in boosting male egos. Either way, I appreciated the compliment.

One more shower later, I was out the door just before the hour ended, feeling like I'd just completed a bucket list item I didn't even know I had. The price felt like good value, considering her looks, skills, and central London location.

Would I go back? Absolutely—though next time, I might even prep for a different kind of adventure.



Her Profile link: https://birchplace.com/@jayla