First things first: everything you’ve read or heard about Holly, and what you’ve seen and read on her website, it’s all true. And on meeting her you’ll realize there’s so much more – basically, when the nectar of the Gods gave birth, they gave birth to Holly Shaw.
Once a year you see a girl in the crowded city streets who is so gorgeous that you know you won’t see anything else like that for another year. That’s Holly.
Well, time for the review. Christmas was a bad time, the global economic crisis was taking its toll, my Doctor had just prescribed me sleeping pills, Mike Hussey wasn’t scoring any runs, and my confidence was loitering in the s-bend of my toilet.
This girl is so smoking hot that she’ll melt the ice of Antarctica quicker than global warming.
So, because of all this gloom, it was time for a fix. In my twenties, I sampled every Eastern philosophy that happened to pass through my transom. In my thirties it’s Australian-escorts. Being from Melbourne I went straight to the Sydney section and started living Ground Hog Day, I just kept going back to Holly Shaw’s photo gallery like I was trapped inside this miraculous time warp surrounded by a perfect body wearing a small, tight, sexy red bikini.
Watching Holly walking around in that short tight dress of hers put me into a state of arrested development.
The sound of me knocking was followed by the sound of high-heeled shoes walking towards the door. Opening the door was this striking brunette, and to put it bluntly I really didn’t know what to do – my being was presented with the realization that it was facing the most pleasurable hour of its existence. This stunning, friendly girl with the easygoing attitude and magnetic brown eyes introduced herself and I instantly relaxed. We chatted and bikram (hot) yoga came up (Holly is FLEXIBLE), at first I thought it would be great to be in the same class as Holly, then I realized all I’d do is perve at her the whole time with a full-blooded woody in my pants, forget to take water, dehydrate, then kneel down and die. As she walked away to get me a drink my eyes became transfixed on her amazing body which filled the perfect curves of that tight dress. Even with her back turned, Holly knew that my eyes were following her sensational bum. After a cold shower I was lying naked on the bed as a clothed Holly stood bedside watching me with a cheeky grin, as if waiting for me to crack.
Once I kissed her gorgeous pussy I knew I wasn’t going to dine at my favourite French restaurant that night. Why ruin the taste?
I can’t quite remember what happened next, but very soon my lips reached up to meet hers, my tongue was running all over her soft breasts and my mouth was suckling her tasty, erect nipples. I’ve always preferred natural breasts to the enhanced version, and here I was fondling these succulent, natural, perfectly formed breasts. I got off the bed and knelt down on the ground, paused and gave thanks to my god, then started lifting Holly’s dress until I saw her sexy panties.
I’ll never forget the tip of my bloated firehouse stretching out the skin of Holly’s cheekbone, and the sexy little look that she threw back at me.
After my happy tongue finished its first wriggle inside Holly, she took off the remains of her clothing then turned around and bent over, her sexy bum facing me while her magnificent naked body gazed at me from the mirror. Still on my knees, I gently ran my hands over her lovely back until resting them on her firm arse, gazed into her beautiful pussy, then …