Review: Allaire Winthrop

General Details

Allaire is a beautiful raven-haired girl, with big dark eyes and full lips. She is truly gorgeous, not merely a pretty face but a woman with the kind of beauty that drops jaws and draws stares. Her body is built for pleasure, with mind blowing all natural curves that seem to defy the laws of physics. Her voice is sweet and still carries a hint of her Southern heritage. She is smart and driven, building a career based on her wit and hard work but willing to share her erotic gifts with a select few on the side. She has become a destination for me in NYC, and after our first meeting I knew more would follow.

On this visit we met at my hotel in Chelsea, in a high room with views across the city. We were in contact the entire week leading up to my arrival. I asked her to wear a black dress, black panties, black stockings, all from an image stuck in my head since our previous meeting. She arrived early, stepping out of my fantasy and into the room looking and smelling fantastic. With a squeal she threw her arms around me, bringing her parted lips to mine with an open mouth as our tongues swirled together. We grabbed some drinks and moved to the couch to catch up, talking as the light started to fade over the city. She had recently returned from an island trip, her olive skin slightly darker than usual. She kept teasing me about her tan lines until finally I asked to see them. She stood in front of me, pulling her dress up to her waist to reveal a portion of her lacy black lingerie, giggling as she pointed out the thin white bikini line high on her thighs. “Isn’t this hot? I love my tan!” I took the opportunity to stand and remove her dress, thinking “This girl must have caused riots on the beach!” I adjusted the lacy black bra so her nipples spilled free, and pinched them lightly to pull her towards me...