Review Olivia (Paris) - Busty Car Girl with Great Handling
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Evening gentlemen,
I met with Olivia at Paris this week, and as with all my reviews, this is a review of a single experience on a single day. It's not a review of a person. Reviewing people is icky.
Rocked up to the always and ever-so-helpful front desk and did the paperwork. It's got to be one of the few old-school places of its kind left. Tucked in behind a very busy road, but isn't shy about what it is about. If you're at all jittery, that walk up is not for you. Many of the girls are wonderful, though, so it's definitely worth it.
A bright and cheery Olivia came to collect me from the foyer, and we went to the room. Lucky again, the one with the shower. I did the necessaries and joined Olivia in the room.
You get a lot from her pictures; they're dead on. She's a dark-haired, petite firecracker. Slim, tight, wonderful smile, very pretty face (a couple pimples, but she's young; we all had them) and lovely big eyes. Then you notice the rack. They're absolutely huge; the ad actually doesn't do them justice very well, which is stupid because they're pretty amazing, and she knows it. As she began peeling her clothes off, she slowly and knowingly smiling as she unclasped the bra from the front (one of those kinds), and they just presented themselves right to my face as I sat on the bed. They're big on any frame; on her they're almost absurd. School must have been damn tough, too much attention and none of it for honourable reasons. She has a good few tattoos, but I wouldn't say heavily. Big wings on her back. And, she's a car girl; she won't deny it, and she even has a tattoo of a car, so if you had a youthful fantasy of a cute car chick, Olivia is your dream. Me? Well, I just like cute girls with big tits; my dreams are simpler.
We got down to business pretty quickly; I had my hands all over her on the bed. She is small and fit, and she has a really cute ass. Her ad shows more of that than her tits, so you get the picture. She's wonderful. She's also lively and fun; there are lots of laughs and smiles from both of us. After I was appropriately excited, the BJ action. Now, I want to be honest, but it's subjective. She had some skills; who wouldn't if this was your job? But perhaps I like different things. I'm also not good at explaining how to suck a cock. So, I enjoyed what I could before I got way too excited and dragged her up my body to make out with her, feeling her big tits against my chest. Man, that's fun.
At this point I wanted in! So that was the next excitement. She's tight, fellas, as you would expect. She says 20, but she could say 18 with a straight face for the next 5 years, and no one would argue. I moved my hands up her legs and grabbed the sides of her arse as she rode. And she rides well, all the tricks. She is very petite, though, so there is often a mismatch with that sometimes. She compensated well by spreading wider; no complaints from me. She's got a pretty pussy, a pretty everything really. I loved watching her up there, her thick, thick dark hair on her shoulders and her very real tits doing real tit things. Couldn't wait a lot longer, as this was the show I'd come to see. I told her I was about to cum, and she has the lovely, sweet, encouraging voice, "Cum for me." I came buckets. She's got an "it" factor for sure.
Intermission: a small talk about small things best left on the pillow. She's very chatty, others have mentioned. Nothing wrong with that; it's her. If you go to see her, then that's what you'll get. I kind of like it – a helpful reminder you're having an experience with a person, not a masturbatory toy. I have a sense she has ADHD, which is all good in my books. We don't shame neurodiversity around here.
After laughing and sharing together, I needed to see her ass properly, so I bent her over the bed, and, mirror my boys, they're your friend. Side on to those, you can see the huge tits swinging arcs of joy as you pound away, and I did. Cute butt, lovely smooth skin, and a firm gym body. All the best things in life.
But, we came for the tits; we must have them back. Onto her back she went, looking up with those pretty eyes and the tits spilling everywhere. It was about time for me to spill everywhere, I mean in the condom. Safety first, boys. I could've paid for COB, but who wants to leave the pussy when it's that cute? I can stroke my cock anytime. I enjoyed her response last time I told her I was close, and as I wrapped myself around her, "cum for me" in my ear. Done, blast off.
*Side note: didn't do the thing with the hand, pussy, or the condom I was warned about. Not either time. Perhaps it was just a well-fitted condom, or if you give good, trustworthy vibes, she's more at ease.
Olivia is a joy; there are truly not enough actual reviews or attention are paid to her here, and it's a shame.
Thoroughly enjoyed myself. There are a couple of Paris girls that perhaps drink a bit and smoke some. Not this one. Lovely, stone sober, smelled delicious, and tasted delicious too. I would go back without hesitation (I plan on it someday, in fact) – if I'm ever just in the mood, she's a very easy yes. Just wish she worked easier days. Doesn't appear to work Fridays or weekends as often. Also what the fuck is up with closing time being basically dinner. Really annoying.
Venue: 7 - reasons above (tidy clean)
Appearance: 10 – a fun, beautiful girl with big tits and a great ass.
Personality: 9 - I only deduct one because folks will complain about the chatter. I like it.
Service: 10 – everything I asked for with a smile and attention, warm, friendly, good-natured and funny. A little bundle of fun.
Go see her.
I met with Olivia at Paris this week, and as with all my reviews, this is a review of a single experience on a single day. It's not a review of a person. Reviewing people is icky.
Rocked up to the always and ever-so-helpful front desk and did the paperwork. It's got to be one of the few old-school places of its kind left. Tucked in behind a very busy road, but isn't shy about what it is about. If you're at all jittery, that walk up is not for you. Many of the girls are wonderful, though, so it's definitely worth it.
A bright and cheery Olivia came to collect me from the foyer, and we went to the room. Lucky again, the one with the shower. I did the necessaries and joined Olivia in the room.
You get a lot from her pictures; they're dead on. She's a dark-haired, petite firecracker. Slim, tight, wonderful smile, very pretty face (a couple pimples, but she's young; we all had them) and lovely big eyes. Then you notice the rack. They're absolutely huge; the ad actually doesn't do them justice very well, which is stupid because they're pretty amazing, and she knows it. As she began peeling her clothes off, she slowly and knowingly smiling as she unclasped the bra from the front (one of those kinds), and they just presented themselves right to my face as I sat on the bed. They're big on any frame; on her they're almost absurd. School must have been damn tough, too much attention and none of it for honourable reasons. She has a good few tattoos, but I wouldn't say heavily. Big wings on her back. And, she's a car girl; she won't deny it, and she even has a tattoo of a car, so if you had a youthful fantasy of a cute car chick, Olivia is your dream. Me? Well, I just like cute girls with big tits; my dreams are simpler.
We got down to business pretty quickly; I had my hands all over her on the bed. She is small and fit, and she has a really cute ass. Her ad shows more of that than her tits, so you get the picture. She's wonderful. She's also lively and fun; there are lots of laughs and smiles from both of us. After I was appropriately excited, the BJ action. Now, I want to be honest, but it's subjective. She had some skills; who wouldn't if this was your job? But perhaps I like different things. I'm also not good at explaining how to suck a cock. So, I enjoyed what I could before I got way too excited and dragged her up my body to make out with her, feeling her big tits against my chest. Man, that's fun.
At this point I wanted in! So that was the next excitement. She's tight, fellas, as you would expect. She says 20, but she could say 18 with a straight face for the next 5 years, and no one would argue. I moved my hands up her legs and grabbed the sides of her arse as she rode. And she rides well, all the tricks. She is very petite, though, so there is often a mismatch with that sometimes. She compensated well by spreading wider; no complaints from me. She's got a pretty pussy, a pretty everything really. I loved watching her up there, her thick, thick dark hair on her shoulders and her very real tits doing real tit things. Couldn't wait a lot longer, as this was the show I'd come to see. I told her I was about to cum, and she has the lovely, sweet, encouraging voice, "Cum for me." I came buckets. She's got an "it" factor for sure.
Intermission: a small talk about small things best left on the pillow. She's very chatty, others have mentioned. Nothing wrong with that; it's her. If you go to see her, then that's what you'll get. I kind of like it – a helpful reminder you're having an experience with a person, not a masturbatory toy. I have a sense she has ADHD, which is all good in my books. We don't shame neurodiversity around here.
After laughing and sharing together, I needed to see her ass properly, so I bent her over the bed, and, mirror my boys, they're your friend. Side on to those, you can see the huge tits swinging arcs of joy as you pound away, and I did. Cute butt, lovely smooth skin, and a firm gym body. All the best things in life.
But, we came for the tits; we must have them back. Onto her back she went, looking up with those pretty eyes and the tits spilling everywhere. It was about time for me to spill everywhere, I mean in the condom. Safety first, boys. I could've paid for COB, but who wants to leave the pussy when it's that cute? I can stroke my cock anytime. I enjoyed her response last time I told her I was close, and as I wrapped myself around her, "cum for me" in my ear. Done, blast off.
*Side note: didn't do the thing with the hand, pussy, or the condom I was warned about. Not either time. Perhaps it was just a well-fitted condom, or if you give good, trustworthy vibes, she's more at ease.
Olivia is a joy; there are truly not enough actual reviews or attention are paid to her here, and it's a shame.
Thoroughly enjoyed myself. There are a couple of Paris girls that perhaps drink a bit and smoke some. Not this one. Lovely, stone sober, smelled delicious, and tasted delicious too. I would go back without hesitation (I plan on it someday, in fact) – if I'm ever just in the mood, she's a very easy yes. Just wish she worked easier days. Doesn't appear to work Fridays or weekends as often. Also what the fuck is up with closing time being basically dinner. Really annoying.
Venue: 7 - reasons above (tidy clean)
Appearance: 10 – a fun, beautiful girl with big tits and a great ass.
Personality: 9 - I only deduct one because folks will complain about the chatter. I like it.
Service: 10 – everything I asked for with a smile and attention, warm, friendly, good-natured and funny. A little bundle of fun.
Go see her.
