Review: Vanessa Everett / Vanessa Vixen

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It was Vanessa's pics that drew me in. Sexy curly hair, a dangerously curvy body, and a sensual lispy kitten voice. It was a purely emotional play, I did no research. I decided I simply had to see this girl. I tried to see her twice early in the evening, but each time, pressures at work conspired against me. Finally, I had reason to be out of the house late one weekday, the last day she was in town, so I dialed and prayed. Lo and behold, she was still here and available. My wallet was fat, and my car was gassed, so I pointed the nose towards DC and sped in to the beautiful 4-star hotel where she was staying. One more call for the room number, and I was knocking at her door. She had lit the room with a dozen or so tea candles, and had champaign and orange juice to offer. She instantly reminded me of a certain sultry, sensual French Canadian lass so well known for her DC visits (veteran DC hobbyists will know of whom I speak). We settled in to talk, and eventually, one thing led to another...