Review: Danish Lacey

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Ooooh. Lovely Lacey. Lovely Lacey floated my boat. Guys say that should be no surprise but it was the way she delivered and devoured me. I had good early social meetings with Lacey at M&G’s. Neat girl but always with a nearly impenetrable circle of guy admirers around her. When I finally called her for a date she remembered both previous introductions. At one I stole a buffalo wing from her because I was starving and at the other she knew that I was doing shibari with her friend Ashley. She said she would like to be tied up too. The date set up was easy but a little uncertain. Lacey would text like mad and then drop off. For a few days ahead, I was uncertain we were confirmed. Finally the right afternoon arrived and even then there was a delay on her side that ran to like an hour. I then I had trouble finding her condo even though it wasn’t that hard. I just made it that hard. And then I was there. Beautiful, dark haired, diminutive bundle of sexual joy. She’s Danish. I’m Norwegian. This was right. As is her practice she led me upstairs to her bedroom. It is well equipped. Huge king bed and quality video and audio system. Lorde was on the stereo. Then the fun began.