Alison de Melbourne in Paris
I am totally exhausted but it’s that happy excited kind like when you get to the finish line of the half marathon you bet your friends you’d do that drunken night at O’Learys.
Alison and Zara have just left – the emptyness is awful – at the same time I keep getting flashbacks of Alison on the bed,legs spread,bottom high in the air with Zara laughingly playfully lashing her with her whip. In fact both girls are laughing – Alison calls Zara a wimp and Zara retorts by smacking her huge white bottom with her soft olive hand. It’s hard to know who is the more dominant one – I think Zara is but Alison is extremely cheeky and almost calls for it…It’s a rare thing for me to ‘date’ smaller girls and (even rarer for me to write reviews!!) but these two deserve to be mentioned…somewhere!! I’ve known Ali for a while,huge beautiful pendulous breasts ,the softest white skin and probably the most gorgeous bottom I’ve ever seen.
I really wanted to do a ‘menage a trois’ with her and another BBW bur she told me that all her ‘friends’ were not BBW’s and that there really weren’t many in Paris. So, when I saw her last I said to her, ok, set me up. Let’s do this. The following day on an extremely tight schedule to get back to London we hooked up at Ali’s place where I met Zara. Petite,yet curvy she was the complete opposite to Alison. Olive skin, black hair down to her waist,small breasts and dark shy eyes – well they certainly looked very different to each other. But when it came down to action, these girls were like twins, amazing BJ’s – one on my balls the other on my cock then swapping around – they were so in synch if I’d been a Russian judge I would have given them 6/6. God knows how long that lasted but lets just say I blew my load like it had been vented up for a decade.
So I was coming back to Paris again. I called up Ali, told her to put the date aside and to bring her little friend over to confirm that the experience I had had was not a fluke. Womens Intuition, call it what you will it was like these two knew I was expecting the works and boy, did they deliver !! BTW Alison has the smallest little pussy that you could be mistaken for thinking you had entered somewhere more north.
Position after position, the girls pushing each other off, teasing each other in French,showing off to each other that they were going to make me come. I held on like CementGrip but in the end Zara won and but god,what a night. And just when I was calculating when my next trip to Paris was, Alison comes out of the bathroom to tell me that her and Zara are coming to visit London at the end of the month…all my christmases at once…
Review submitted by Ilikebigbutts on 20th May 2008.