FLUFF ALERT: If you're one of those guys who feel nauseous at fluffy reviews, you might want to skip this. It's going to rate quite highly on the fluffometer.
Zara is a stunningly beautiful blonde, with sparkling eyes and a lovely smile, and she needs a better photographer, because these don't do her justice at all.
External Link/Members OnlyWe all have different tastes in tits, arses, legs, body shapes and all the rest of it, but this is a girl to transcend all that. You just have to gaze at her naked form in awe, put your own petty preferences aside, and marvel at the wonder of nature. What a thrill it is to be alive, in a world that can give us beauty such as this. Whoever modelled for Botticelli's Venus, had he met Zara first, he'd have told her to jog on.
She was bursting with youthful zest and enthusiasm from the start, and has a real sense of fun about her. I'll spare you a blow-by-blow account of the punt, because this has been fluffy enough already, and she has a whole catalogue of previous reviews anyway, but I must tell you one detail which summed up her attitude perfectly.
After the usual drill of spank - blowjob - missionary - side on and doggie style, I reached the point where I was quite exhausted, and she had to finish me off by hand. She whipped off the condom and set about her work with relish, with some nice variations of oral and hand work, but I just couldn't get over the line. After several positions we ended up with her kneeling before me in classic porno cumshot style, with her mouth open and her tongue out, imploring me to come in her mouth, but I just couldn't get there. Eventually I threw in the towel, said it's just not going to happen, not to worry, it's happened before. It's just one of those things, and it was good fun trying.
At that point I reckon most girls would just shrug their shoulders and that would be that, especially because we were past the half hour mark anyway. But Zara was having none of it. She said she'd hate to have me leave there disappointed, and it would mean she wasn't doing her job right. So she insisted on giving it another go, took her time and finally, mercifully, got me over the line, and I came in her mouth. What she did with it I'm not sure - I'd more or less collapsed at that point - but she was delighted afterwards, partly for me and partly for herself, at doing such a great job. What a great gal!
By the way;
Communications were flawless, e-mail and phone.
She's in a nice modern apartment in the heart of the city, close to a big multi-storey.
You might want to check the lift works. The bloody thing didn't when I was there, and she's on one of the top floors.
£80 for half an hour includes everything you could ever think of, and plenty more besides.
