Tokyo Escort Reviews 44416｜Number Five Escort & GFE

Perfect Hina. She’s so nice, really... small, cute, those kind eyes, that smile. Seeing her naked... it hit me hard. Sweet, soft, she followed everything, no rush. I enjoyed my time with her, more than I thought. Still feeling her on me.

She was such a great escort, seriously. Beautiful in a soft kind of way, gentle but still got that quiet heat. Her body felt real, not fake stuff, just natural and sexy, the kind that makes you stare without thinking. No rush, no cold attitude, her manner was just... perfect for me. She’s the kind you remember, trying to sleep but replaying everything.

She’s honestly in my top five girls in my whole sex life. I’ve been with girls who had bigger boobs, girls with crazy ass, even one who went wild on blowjob, but Miwa just beat all of that like it was nothing. Tokyo got a lot of good girls, I know that, but Miwa... I seriously recommend her. There was something about her that hit different. I left thinking, damn, that was special. I didn’t expect that, but she stayed in my head after.

She’s 100 real, just like the photos or even better. Beautiful face, and she smelled so damn good, like I couldn’t stop noticing it. Natural sexy body, you can tell she works out, strong but soft in the right places.

Easy to talk with, smart, always smiling a little. Nothing fake in her vibe. A real escort, the kind you remember after.

She looked like my favorite Japanese idol and I almost lost it. Too cute. Her skin was crazy soft, her boobs so nice, and her pussy… I can’t forget.

I still see her smile. Just thinking of her makes me wanna explode again. Moeka, what are you doing to me…

Miona is dangerous. I’m serious, I almost packed my bags to Kyoto with her and forgot I already have a wife at home. She had me planning a new life in my head.

Too good. Too soft. Too perfect. If I see her again, someone better hide my passport.

I booked Shiina because the staff kept telling me she was special, and damn, they weren’t lying. Yeah, she’s beautiful, great style, all that… but that wasn’t what got me. It was her presence. She came in with this calm, gentle energy, like she actually cared how I felt. No rush, no cold service face. She looked at me like I was a real person, not just another client.

At one point, the way she touched my arm, the way she smiled… it hit different. I could feel she was there with her heart. That’s rare. It wasn’t just GFE by description — it was that real, aching kind that stays in your chest after she leaves.

I came to Tokyo last year, and honestly, girls like her are the reason I’m falling harder for this place. I didn’t expect an escort to make me feel… something real. But she did. And I’m not gonna forget it.