Enough has already been said about her service. She certainly doesn’t need me doing the marketing. I’m just here to confirm if hype is absolutely warranted.
For the ADHD brigade, faq and verdict at the bottom.
Honey
Was gonna save myself for Millie. A rare display of self-control from yours truly. Problem was, she dint pop up on the roster until later in the week. However Honey, who’s been collecting dust on my to-do list for months thanks to all the hype, suddenly became available.
My willpower folded faster than a $2 camping chair.
Locked.
Symonds. Upper Queen. Cross. Wilson. Text. Green light.
Let’s go.
Another deposit into Barclays.
First thing I notice? Enough tissue boxes to host the world’s largest wankathon. Either the girls have The Notebook on repeat, or the boys are leaving here looking like raisins.
Onto door two.
Buzzzzz.
I hear the door behind me open.
Another punter? Fuck.
Eyes front. I wasn’t ready to unlock that level of camaraderie.
Thankfully my door opens.
Onto door three.
Quick glance over the shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being followed by my fellow degenerate.
Knock knock.
Door swings open.
“Honey, I’m homeeeee.”
Silence.
Yeah… that sounded significantly better during the drive over.
She managed to squeeze out the most constipated-looking smile I’d ever seen.
Well, she tried.
I told her there was another bloke lurking in the hallway. She said she’d go check, but first led me into the room.
I’m already trying to redeem myself from that absolute train wreck of an opener.
Turns out I didn’t need to.
“Haven’t seen you before,” she said.
“That’s kinda your fault,” I replied.
In fairness, I’d tried locking this one down a few times already. Unfortunately her fan club has quicker trigger fingers than I do. Doesn’t help that she only works a handful of shifts either.
She smiled.
Then she started closing the distance.
Slow.
Confident.
Eyes locked.
Already getting handsy, and the paperwork hadn’t even been settled yet.
Finally… someone more impatient than me.
We sorted that out. Jumped in the shower.
By the time I stepped out, she was already crawling across the bed towards me.
The eye contact with this one is powerful. Felt great being looked at the way she looked at me. Almost like she couldn’t get enough of the view.
My ego was on cloud nine.
Not that it needed the help.
Straight into DFK. Her right hand shifting the gear to full throttle in the meantime. She’s tiny, so it was easy holding her up against me while squeezing her cute little ass. She was already making those quirky little sounds and cute moans.
We made out for what felt like forever.
You’ll get her undivided attention.
She seemed to enjoy a bit of rough play, but only when it stayed sensual. Loves being kissed on the neck, and you could make her cum just from giving her girls the attention they deserve.
She was loud enough for the fuckwit in the hallway to hear us.
Soon I was downstairs.
She was moaning away.
Eyes shut.
Either she was completely lost in ecstasy…
…or the glare bouncing off my bald spot was temporarily blinding.
Can’t tell.
Another highlight…
She’s tight.
For an indicative idea, refer to the highly scientific infographic below.
Her slim, petite frame makes changing positions ridiculously easy.
Butterfly.
Dragonfly.
On the fly.
You name it, we nailed it with ease.
We constantly had to stop for a breather. By the end of it we looked like we’d just completed Ironman together.
Then the ten-minute warning went off.
Talk about impeccable timing.
Suddenly the mountain of tissue boxes downstairs made perfect sense.
Afterwards we had a great chat.
Turns out she’s an aspiring musician who’s putting a band together.
She does sound good.
Looks: Sharp features with beautiful eyes and a striking smile.
Body: A bit too skinny for my liking, IMHO. We joked about it. She reckons she’s blessed with a ridiculous metabolism and loves her food. A trait we definitely have in common.
Innie/Outie: Innie.
Tattoos: Barely had time to breathe, so inconclusive.
Performance: The very best of GFE. I’m drained.
If you’re after a guaranteed good time, she’s right up there with the very best. If you plan on visiting, catch her soon as she’s flying back home for a holiday and take a box of pizza with ya.
Up next : Aayla
Have a good long weekend folks!!
For the ADHD brigade, faq and verdict at the bottom.
Honey
Was gonna save myself for Millie. A rare display of self-control from yours truly. Problem was, she dint pop up on the roster until later in the week. However Honey, who’s been collecting dust on my to-do list for months thanks to all the hype, suddenly became available.
My willpower folded faster than a $2 camping chair.
Locked.
Symonds. Upper Queen. Cross. Wilson. Text. Green light.
Let’s go.
Another deposit into Barclays.
First thing I notice? Enough tissue boxes to host the world’s largest wankathon. Either the girls have The Notebook on repeat, or the boys are leaving here looking like raisins.
Onto door two.
Buzzzzz.
I hear the door behind me open.
Another punter? Fuck.
Eyes front. I wasn’t ready to unlock that level of camaraderie.
Thankfully my door opens.
Onto door three.
Quick glance over the shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being followed by my fellow degenerate.
Knock knock.
Door swings open.
“Honey, I’m homeeeee.”
Silence.
Yeah… that sounded significantly better during the drive over.
She managed to squeeze out the most constipated-looking smile I’d ever seen.
Well, she tried.
I told her there was another bloke lurking in the hallway. She said she’d go check, but first led me into the room.
I’m already trying to redeem myself from that absolute train wreck of an opener.
Turns out I didn’t need to.
“Haven’t seen you before,” she said.
“That’s kinda your fault,” I replied.
In fairness, I’d tried locking this one down a few times already. Unfortunately her fan club has quicker trigger fingers than I do. Doesn’t help that she only works a handful of shifts either.
She smiled.
Then she started closing the distance.
Slow.
Confident.
Eyes locked.
Already getting handsy, and the paperwork hadn’t even been settled yet.
Finally… someone more impatient than me.
We sorted that out. Jumped in the shower.
By the time I stepped out, she was already crawling across the bed towards me.
The eye contact with this one is powerful. Felt great being looked at the way she looked at me. Almost like she couldn’t get enough of the view.
My ego was on cloud nine.
Not that it needed the help.
Straight into DFK. Her right hand shifting the gear to full throttle in the meantime. She’s tiny, so it was easy holding her up against me while squeezing her cute little ass. She was already making those quirky little sounds and cute moans.
We made out for what felt like forever.
You’ll get her undivided attention.
She seemed to enjoy a bit of rough play, but only when it stayed sensual. Loves being kissed on the neck, and you could make her cum just from giving her girls the attention they deserve.
She was loud enough for the fuckwit in the hallway to hear us.
Soon I was downstairs.
She was moaning away.
Eyes shut.
Either she was completely lost in ecstasy…
…or the glare bouncing off my bald spot was temporarily blinding.
Can’t tell.
Another highlight…
She’s tight.
For an indicative idea, refer to the highly scientific infographic below.
Her slim, petite frame makes changing positions ridiculously easy.
Butterfly.
Dragonfly.
On the fly.
You name it, we nailed it with ease.
We constantly had to stop for a breather. By the end of it we looked like we’d just completed Ironman together.
Then the ten-minute warning went off.
Talk about impeccable timing.
Suddenly the mountain of tissue boxes downstairs made perfect sense.
Afterwards we had a great chat.
Turns out she’s an aspiring musician who’s putting a band together.
She does sound good.
FAQ’s
Age: Accurate. Looked very young.Looks: Sharp features with beautiful eyes and a striking smile.
Body: A bit too skinny for my liking, IMHO. We joked about it. She reckons she’s blessed with a ridiculous metabolism and loves her food. A trait we definitely have in common.
Innie/Outie: Innie.
Tattoos: Barely had time to breathe, so inconclusive.
Performance: The very best of GFE. I’m drained.
If you’re after a guaranteed good time, she’s right up there with the very best. If you plan on visiting, catch her soon as she’s flying back home for a holiday and take a box of pizza with ya.
Verdict
Due diligence complete. Invest with confidence.Up next : Aayla
Have a good long weekend folks!!
