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Isla
Age: 23
Nationality: French
Dress Size: 8-10
Orientation: Bisexual
Bust: 36D
Hair colour: blonde
1hr from: £110
2nd hr from: £100
Half hr from: £70
Overnight: £750 (7 hours)
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Isla is a London native who loves to let loose and have a good time. She is a down to earth, Young escort who is still learning about life. She has a petite frame, long, light brown hair, and a sexy smile. She’s pe... read more
Dean, Edinburgh
Isla was just who I needed to meet after a long day at the office. A few friends had recommended the agency and the operator told me Isla was available. She was able to arrive only an hour after calling, which I was thankful for since it was the last minute. Isla showed up looking absolutely ravishing with her long brown hair and her slim but curvy body. I invited her in and she plopped a bag down. She had brought some costumes along in case I wanted to do some role-playing. Any plans I had went out the window as I prepared to let Isla take control. She didn’t disappoint and now all I want to do is go back to London for another business trip.