Review of Honey of House of Divine, London

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Pricktoria's destination of choice, close to Pimlico and Victoria tube stations. Arrived 2 mins ahead of slot, adroitly manoeuvred into HoD's laundrette, piles of fluffy towels and a drum warmly rotating and squeezing the day's sex laundry. Weirdly erotic. A Knock at the door and Honey is before me, ushering me into our room, dashing out for a shower and returning in a couple of minutes. She's simply gorgeous. Oh, it's 31c outside , but cool as a cucumber in - not the best metaphor for the next 30 stellar minutes, but that's a British summer for you, a bit crap.

I'm writing in to the Urban Dictionary to recommend using Honey to illustrate the FAF definition. She's amazing, gorgeous face, made-for-sex hourglass figure with mega tits that you just have to suck, squeeze and bury yourself into. Literally days, weeks, months and years of tit fucking, head-burying, hand squeezing, lip sucking, tongue worshiping heaven. 30 minutes insanely inadequate- and test intensive addictive, once sampled...Lovely soft, pale skin, ultra spankable bum. Lush.

Cripes, Honey is knockout pretty, lovely face, fabulous Monroe figure (but with - much - better tits). As she peeled my shirt and kickers off she kissed me properly and passionately, which carried on throughout our time together, whatever shagging position, we somehow managed to snog each other silly, cowgirl, mish, handjob, all ways. Which was a total massive turn-on. Eventually came really hard in mish, cuddled, kissed, chatted. And then the Honey icing on my cock, a teasing, edging handjob. Fuck me! As well as being a sensational shag, Honey's a gas to be and chat with, funny clever and insanely sexy. Can't recommend highly enough!