Spoiler Alert:If you're one of those cynical, seasoned campaigners who consider any enthusiastic review to have been written by the girl herself/her pimp/agent/or loved-up mug punter, you might want to skip this review from the start, because it's going to be as enthusiastic as you can get. I can't fault the girl.
If you're not familiar with Victoria House then you must be new to East Midlands punting. It's the classiest place around, and has been the subject of many previous reviews.
External Link/Members OnlyFirst things first. Her profile says she's 25, and if she isn't, she's close enough for it not to matter. The photos are recent, and bang accurate. That one that looks as if it's been lifted from a 'Baywatch' promotion? Nope, that's Tori. Her face is as gorgeous as her body, and she has a warm, chatty personality, too. I told you - I can't fault her.
But what makes her really stand out, and this is a skill that so many working girls neglect, is that she's a wonderful actress. She really makes you feel that there is nowhere she'd rather be than there, with you. And as with any great actress, you don't know she's acting. Which is great acting, if you see what I mean.
Negotiations at the start didn't take long. As she was undressing, with a lovely smile, she said "Well....I do everything except anal", to which I replied "I'm delighted to hear it", and we were away.
It's the first time I've ever gone for the full GFE. I get just as much pleasure from oral with as without, and I'd always avoided RO; I'm old enough to remember the '80's and the whole AIDS thing, when any exchange of bodily fluids was considered suicidal. I wasn't going to miss out on anything that was on offer from Tori, though.
I must say that not having to bother with the condom until the main event makes such a difference. Once you're rubbered up for the girl's oral work, there's only one place to go after that, and it becomes part of the routine. But without felt liberating, really. One minute she was giving me some nice oral, with good eye-contact when the position allowed, then I was giving her bottom a nice, firm OTK spank, then a bit of a kiss and cuddle, then back to oral. We just went with the flow.
But the highlight of the whole show, without doubt, was the reverse oral. The thing is, she didn't just lazily open her legs for me; she hooked an arm underneath and held them back, with her knees pressed against her chest, thereby presenting me with the whole, glorious vista, and how wonderful it was. She tasted divine, of course - well, she would, wouldn't she? I could have spent all afternoon down there. (Memo to self: make it an hour next time) By the way, no wonder she doesn't do anal. She has the tiniest, tightest, sweetest little arse-hole you could imagine. Dammit, even that's beautiful. Try as I might to work my tongue into it, I barely made an impression.
When I was ready for the main event she got me quickly rubbered-up and I positioned her so I'd have the best view in the mirror. Before I started I gave her a last bit of oral, partly because I couldn't resist and partly because with her legs back she'd already be in position for my favourite, 'heels-to-heaven' missionary opening. When I was ready I just eased up and in, pinning her legs back with my shoulders at the same time, and, as always, went at it hammer-and-tongs from the start.
Well, full-throttle sex with a beautiful, busty, blonde, Baywatch-quality babe. It doesn't get much better than that, and of course, facing the mirror makes it better still. The sight of Tori's lovely legs flailing about my ears as she was bounced about beneath me will live long in the memory. After a couple of good bursts it was time for the doggy-style finale, again facing the mirror, and a good rattle brought things to a splendid conclusion.
Afterwards I just lay there panting, to get my breath back, which takes a good few minutes, these days. That's usually when the girl gets up to start getting dressed, or pottering about the room, tidying it up ready for the next one. But Tori didn't; she just lay on her side next to me, gently stroking my chest and giving me occasional pecks with her lips. Only when I'd recovered enough to say something like "Wow" did she lean across and, with an affectionate little chuckle and nice smile, give me a last peck on the cheek and get up to get dressed. Quite lovely. It's little touches like that, that attention to detail, that makes her special.
So. At £95, including door fee, for half an hour, it was the most expensive punt I've had yet. But a cracking good punt with a lovely girl, so money well spent.
