REVIEW
In the name of the Old Gods and the New, I set down these words of the lady Tiffany of the Toronto VIP Escorts.
She possesses a most pleasing and comely face - smooth of cheek, full of lip, and framed by long, wavy locks of ash-blonde that tumble past her shoulders in soft, cascading curls. Her eyes are warm and inviting, her smile gentle yet knowing, and her features carry a polished, feminine beauty that draws the eye at once.
The booking itself was a civil and pleasant affair. I spoke with the booker and arranged time and place to my liking. I asked that she greet me in plain civilian garb, and when I entered she still wore her sweatshirt and pants. She follows me upon the board and knew me at once by my handle - a sharp and welcome recognition.
At my request she shed the sweatshirt without delay… and by the gods, the body beneath is a marvel of womanhood. Great natural tits, huge and heavy, that hang with proud weight. A slim waist yet softened by a gentle, womanly gut that any true man of the North would seize with both hands and thank the gods for. Soft, real, and utterly desirable.
She has entered this trade while exploring her own nature, open to most pleasures save the seed in her mouth - though by her own admission she may yet come around to it. Fresh from a long bond, she seeks new adventures of the flesh, and her hunger shows in every kiss and every moan.
We shared endless, passionate DFK - deep, wet, and unrelenting. She loves to be aroused and to arouse in turn. She delights in having those magnificent mammaries played with and sucked upon, and I would never deny a lady so richly gifted. After the shower I pressed her against the wall, arms held high above her head, and with free hand and body I squeezed and ground against every soft curve of her. No hesitation in the kissing, no reluctance in the grinding as I turned her front to back and back again.
Upon the bed I bade her lean forward and dangle those heavy, heavenly tits full upon my face. I suckled them like a starving babe, and she moaned with clear pleasure. The talk grew filthy; I named her every filthy thing a man can name a willing woman while she licked and sucked my cock with the hunger of a true whore. I gripped her hair and guided her head deep, and she took it eagerly, varying her pace, lost in the act.
She wore a crotchless panty and performed a long, slick pussy slide that left her even wetter and more inflamed. Then came DATY - her cunt clean, smoothly shaved, and tasting sweet as summer honey. I feasted until she was ripe and trembling, ready for the true storm.
I had her mount me facing me in the cowgirl fashion. She rode like a woman possessed, hips rolling and slamming, and I spent myself within minutes under that furious, glorious motion.
She is open to anal, bareback blowjobs, deep French kissing, and DATY. I did not inquire of DATO or the rimming of the rear, yet what she offered was already a feast fit for a lord.
Tiffany is a woman of remarkable body and eager spirit. I recommend her highly and shall return to her chambers before the next moon turns. Winter is coming… yet in her arms a man might forget the cold for a time.
Ned Stark
Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North
She possesses a most pleasing and comely face - smooth of cheek, full of lip, and framed by long, wavy locks of ash-blonde that tumble past her shoulders in soft, cascading curls. Her eyes are warm and inviting, her smile gentle yet knowing, and her features carry a polished, feminine beauty that draws the eye at once.
The booking itself was a civil and pleasant affair. I spoke with the booker and arranged time and place to my liking. I asked that she greet me in plain civilian garb, and when I entered she still wore her sweatshirt and pants. She follows me upon the board and knew me at once by my handle - a sharp and welcome recognition.
At my request she shed the sweatshirt without delay… and by the gods, the body beneath is a marvel of womanhood. Great natural tits, huge and heavy, that hang with proud weight. A slim waist yet softened by a gentle, womanly gut that any true man of the North would seize with both hands and thank the gods for. Soft, real, and utterly desirable.
She has entered this trade while exploring her own nature, open to most pleasures save the seed in her mouth - though by her own admission she may yet come around to it. Fresh from a long bond, she seeks new adventures of the flesh, and her hunger shows in every kiss and every moan.
We shared endless, passionate DFK - deep, wet, and unrelenting. She loves to be aroused and to arouse in turn. She delights in having those magnificent mammaries played with and sucked upon, and I would never deny a lady so richly gifted. After the shower I pressed her against the wall, arms held high above her head, and with free hand and body I squeezed and ground against every soft curve of her. No hesitation in the kissing, no reluctance in the grinding as I turned her front to back and back again.
Upon the bed I bade her lean forward and dangle those heavy, heavenly tits full upon my face. I suckled them like a starving babe, and she moaned with clear pleasure. The talk grew filthy; I named her every filthy thing a man can name a willing woman while she licked and sucked my cock with the hunger of a true whore. I gripped her hair and guided her head deep, and she took it eagerly, varying her pace, lost in the act.
She wore a crotchless panty and performed a long, slick pussy slide that left her even wetter and more inflamed. Then came DATY - her cunt clean, smoothly shaved, and tasting sweet as summer honey. I feasted until she was ripe and trembling, ready for the true storm.
I had her mount me facing me in the cowgirl fashion. She rode like a woman possessed, hips rolling and slamming, and I spent myself within minutes under that furious, glorious motion.
She is open to anal, bareback blowjobs, deep French kissing, and DATY. I did not inquire of DATO or the rimming of the rear, yet what she offered was already a feast fit for a lord.
Tiffany is a woman of remarkable body and eager spirit. I recommend her highly and shall return to her chambers before the next moon turns. Winter is coming… yet in her arms a man might forget the cold for a time.
Ned Stark
Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North