TempoBingu
19-07-2014, 01:56 AM
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In the words of bad Game of Thrones related memes "brace yourselves, a long review is coming":fire::startle:
Since I've been such a long time lurker on this forum I figured I owe it to y'all to make my debut a thorough and comprehensive one.
While many of the bros on this forum are all about the K-Pop princesses and super kawaii J girls I've only ever been a China-babe sorta guy. I find it softens the initial ice between client and WL if the language barrier is torn down (some would argue the universal language of bonking does that trick rather handily too), also there's something about the savvy China amazon that drives me right to the edge of madness, the punt becomes a sort of lethal tango in which routines are subordinated by thrashing limbs and coordination by coordinated pleasure.
Consequently I've done my fair share of punting in HK/Macau/China and thought I was ready for Victoria at 5* this time upon visiting Sydney. Rookie fucking mistake - I got to Cathedral St 30 minutes earlier than anticipated and settled into the Italian restaurant across the road for several negronis and a glass of grappa, this all in the assurance that I'd be ready for whatever was hiding behind the cheeky glow of the neon 110 signage.
8PM rolled around and in I went. Paid 3 hundo up front, a hefty sum (then again WGs are actually paid are decent commission in this country and it feels a lot less like exploitation) and was greeted by Victoria at the stairwell. And this, bros, is where my cocky facade literally kamikazed itself into the fucking ground. Wearing spiked suede heels and an errant robe that did nothing to obscure the soft curves and hard edges of her body, Victoria was full stunner/full badass bitch. For those of you who've come from an East Asian punting background you may be used to some disparity between what is advertised and what manifests in reality, lucky for you 5*'s price is a sort of symbolic guarantee against that sort of bullshit. I can't speak for the other girls but if Victoria is an allegory for the rest of the roster you had better find a well paying vocation and prepare to empty your pockets on the reg.
I was given the 'darling'/'sweetie' treatment and led upstairs. Usually this standard operating procedure would be amusing but flush with booze and still reeling from how fantasy had indeed married well with expectation I was doing literally everything but paying attention. Victoria's glamazonian looks had me hooked and it was all I can do from panting like a dog in heat. And, into the room we go.
I must say if I have any gripe with 5* its that the facilities are a tiny bit run down. Obviously comparing a townhouse conversion with the epic saunas of Macau is far from practical but I did notice how some of the lights flickered dully and how there were multiple portable heaters lying about. Hardly mood killing but something to note. I shiver slightly, "cold?" Victoria inquires in that sultry voice of hers? I snap back to reality and as politely as possible - like some sort of lily livered first timer - mutter 'a little, its fine'. Then comes the sass "hmm, don't worry, I'll warm you up". Aggressive start, previous reviews had mentioned Vic's PSE prowess, but only now was I getting the full vibe of her prowess. I showered rapidly and emerged to see Vic out of her Bond girl esque gown and packing heat. There, encased in an aquamarine bra doing a pitiful job of restraining them, were her enhanced puppies. Other bros on the forum were correct, whoever did the work was serious about it. Her panties hiked elegantly around her toned and weighty Brazilian buns, she is admittedly toned without losing any of the womanly curves you'd hope for in such a beauty.
This whole time, still agape with wonderment, I flop onto the bed. The tone changed considerably for the first part of the sesh. Victoria was incredibly gentle with me, indulging in practiced DFK and then LJK, her technique was so good that I felt appalled my lips were so chapped. Idiot, more water, less Campari next time. Her lightly bronzed skin was scented with something expensive: Dior maybe or Marc Jacobs, and this little touch (evidence of her being a professional) drove me gradually insaner. Minutes later, I was kneeling at the foot of the bed - being quite tall at over 1.85 m) in DATY that could have gone on for 6 hours more if it had to. I won't go into the gory details but suffice to say Victoria looks after herself in the carpet area. I came up for air 10 mins or so later and was greeted with a tender but fairly insistent BJ. "Turn around" I said - fighting my exhaustion/tipsiness - in as confident a voice I could "let me see your ass". Vic gently obliged and there I was in 69, for again, a part of the sesh that could have gone on for an hour.
The second act (if you will) of the sesh was substantially raunchier. Having regained a modicum of footing I switched up the communication to Mandarin. Victoria still in GFE mode was half way through a DT when I looked down at her and growled (as sexily as one can in rusty mando) "you can hurt me if you'd like, I'm not made of glass". Instant shift to PSE, and she grabbed me by the throat and threw herself into a forward squatting cowgirl. Holy shit, I don't think I've been so thoroughly fucked in my life. At intervals in her sultry, slightly accented English she growled "fuck me, fuck me harder". This wasn't the OTT porn star schtick; either I'm easy to read or she's just that versatile because what I was getting was a sort of panther mixed with dominatrix. Fucking awesome. After a few minutes of this routine she flipped into a reverse cowgirl that was as good as the opening salvo. Followed by some fucking on the edge of the bed, with her legs scissor splayed, I began to notice that the clock had run down and my hour was nearly up. Its probably a sign that I wasn't all together that I hadn't yet gotten over the line, quick check with Vic and the sesh was extended 30 glorious minutes.
The conclusion to the sesh could have ended well but was fumbled by me at the last minute. Fresh from a check-in with her 老板 (boss) Vic sashayed back into the room wearing nothing but her heels and dressing gown. She gilt the flimsy thing about her shoulders and let me slide it the rest of the way when it occurred to me she was still wearing heels. "Leave those on" I told her "lean against the wall", I can only imagine how dorky this sounded to her but naturally she obliged me. What transpired was 10 or so minutes of modified doggy splayed with Victoria against the corner of the room. At one point I felt myself nearly get over the line but out of hubris I tried to end the sesh (full-circle) with a return to GFE. Ultimately, Victoria was incredibly accommodating and after all that bullshit proceeded to let me CIM. Maybe on return visits she'll do me the honour of letting me soak in her image of her beautiful moneyshot skin but for now I was happy to have finally cum so that she could get a breather in.
The sesh wasn't without its hiccups. As I've mentioned the alcohol coupled with my sudden return to baby punter skill lvls slowed the whole thing down a good bit. Additionally I found myself going soft a number of times during the sesh, reducing Victoria to a one lady pitstop crew as she paused, re-pumped me and then had to freshly dom me up again. I can definitely see how repeat visits with her would reward punters but despite all of this I had a helluva ride. This is easily in the top 5 punts I've ever experienced, and Vic's competitors all had nuru, waterslides, better facilities etc. At the end of the day it comes down to how sexy the WG is.
The tail end of the sesh also had its surprises: Victoria and I discussed - in a strange back and forth involving both Mando & English - horoscopes, the perils of financial debt, and (naturally) how her English had come to be so damn good. This was collaborated with a good wind-down massage that I would love to experience in slightly more depth the next time I'm at 5* but all things considered it wasn't half bad. Catching Vic in her last sesh before she clocked off was a mixed blessing, on the one hand she wasn't rushing to a subsequent booking but the long day had already taken a toll on her. Coupled with my refusal to cum in a timely manner, all these factors combined to make a session that was excellent but not without small problems.
I'm gonna go do genital workouts like Bruce Wayne now and hope that the next time I get a session with that tiny bit extra.
tl;dr version:
LOOKS - 9 (absolute stunner, lovely eyes, well cared for skin, fantastic rack)
ATTITUDE - 9 (aside from the obvious end of day fatigue Vic was incredibly accomodating)
SERVICE - 10 (kinda wish I'd brought a crop and a uniform for her, I have a feeling she'd be up for it)
OVERALL - 9.5
**do yourself a favour; if you only see 1 C-girl make it Victoria, 性感的要命！**
In the words of bad Game of Thrones related memes "brace yourselves, a long review is coming":fire::startle:
Since I've been such a long time lurker on this forum I figured I owe it to y'all to make my debut a thorough and comprehensive one.
While many of the bros on this forum are all about the K-Pop princesses and super kawaii J girls I've only ever been a China-babe sorta guy. I find it softens the initial ice between client and WL if the language barrier is torn down (some would argue the universal language of bonking does that trick rather handily too), also there's something about the savvy China amazon that drives me right to the edge of madness, the punt becomes a sort of lethal tango in which routines are subordinated by thrashing limbs and coordination by coordinated pleasure.
Consequently I've done my fair share of punting in HK/Macau/China and thought I was ready for Victoria at 5* this time upon visiting Sydney. Rookie fucking mistake - I got to Cathedral St 30 minutes earlier than anticipated and settled into the Italian restaurant across the road for several negronis and a glass of grappa, this all in the assurance that I'd be ready for whatever was hiding behind the cheeky glow of the neon 110 signage.
8PM rolled around and in I went. Paid 3 hundo up front, a hefty sum (then again WGs are actually paid are decent commission in this country and it feels a lot less like exploitation) and was greeted by Victoria at the stairwell. And this, bros, is where my cocky facade literally kamikazed itself into the fucking ground. Wearing spiked suede heels and an errant robe that did nothing to obscure the soft curves and hard edges of her body, Victoria was full stunner/full badass bitch. For those of you who've come from an East Asian punting background you may be used to some disparity between what is advertised and what manifests in reality, lucky for you 5*'s price is a sort of symbolic guarantee against that sort of bullshit. I can't speak for the other girls but if Victoria is an allegory for the rest of the roster you had better find a well paying vocation and prepare to empty your pockets on the reg.
I was given the 'darling'/'sweetie' treatment and led upstairs. Usually this standard operating procedure would be amusing but flush with booze and still reeling from how fantasy had indeed married well with expectation I was doing literally everything but paying attention. Victoria's glamazonian looks had me hooked and it was all I can do from panting like a dog in heat. And, into the room we go.
I must say if I have any gripe with 5* its that the facilities are a tiny bit run down. Obviously comparing a townhouse conversion with the epic saunas of Macau is far from practical but I did notice how some of the lights flickered dully and how there were multiple portable heaters lying about. Hardly mood killing but something to note. I shiver slightly, "cold?" Victoria inquires in that sultry voice of hers? I snap back to reality and as politely as possible - like some sort of lily livered first timer - mutter 'a little, its fine'. Then comes the sass "hmm, don't worry, I'll warm you up". Aggressive start, previous reviews had mentioned Vic's PSE prowess, but only now was I getting the full vibe of her prowess. I showered rapidly and emerged to see Vic out of her Bond girl esque gown and packing heat. There, encased in an aquamarine bra doing a pitiful job of restraining them, were her enhanced puppies. Other bros on the forum were correct, whoever did the work was serious about it. Her panties hiked elegantly around her toned and weighty Brazilian buns, she is admittedly toned without losing any of the womanly curves you'd hope for in such a beauty.
This whole time, still agape with wonderment, I flop onto the bed. The tone changed considerably for the first part of the sesh. Victoria was incredibly gentle with me, indulging in practiced DFK and then LJK, her technique was so good that I felt appalled my lips were so chapped. Idiot, more water, less Campari next time. Her lightly bronzed skin was scented with something expensive: Dior maybe or Marc Jacobs, and this little touch (evidence of her being a professional) drove me gradually insaner. Minutes later, I was kneeling at the foot of the bed - being quite tall at over 1.85 m) in DATY that could have gone on for 6 hours more if it had to. I won't go into the gory details but suffice to say Victoria looks after herself in the carpet area. I came up for air 10 mins or so later and was greeted with a tender but fairly insistent BJ. "Turn around" I said - fighting my exhaustion/tipsiness - in as confident a voice I could "let me see your ass". Vic gently obliged and there I was in 69, for again, a part of the sesh that could have gone on for an hour.
The second act (if you will) of the sesh was substantially raunchier. Having regained a modicum of footing I switched up the communication to Mandarin. Victoria still in GFE mode was half way through a DT when I looked down at her and growled (as sexily as one can in rusty mando) "you can hurt me if you'd like, I'm not made of glass". Instant shift to PSE, and she grabbed me by the throat and threw herself into a forward squatting cowgirl. Holy shit, I don't think I've been so thoroughly fucked in my life. At intervals in her sultry, slightly accented English she growled "fuck me, fuck me harder". This wasn't the OTT porn star schtick; either I'm easy to read or she's just that versatile because what I was getting was a sort of panther mixed with dominatrix. Fucking awesome. After a few minutes of this routine she flipped into a reverse cowgirl that was as good as the opening salvo. Followed by some fucking on the edge of the bed, with her legs scissor splayed, I began to notice that the clock had run down and my hour was nearly up. Its probably a sign that I wasn't all together that I hadn't yet gotten over the line, quick check with Vic and the sesh was extended 30 glorious minutes.
The conclusion to the sesh could have ended well but was fumbled by me at the last minute. Fresh from a check-in with her 老板 (boss) Vic sashayed back into the room wearing nothing but her heels and dressing gown. She gilt the flimsy thing about her shoulders and let me slide it the rest of the way when it occurred to me she was still wearing heels. "Leave those on" I told her "lean against the wall", I can only imagine how dorky this sounded to her but naturally she obliged me. What transpired was 10 or so minutes of modified doggy splayed with Victoria against the corner of the room. At one point I felt myself nearly get over the line but out of hubris I tried to end the sesh (full-circle) with a return to GFE. Ultimately, Victoria was incredibly accommodating and after all that bullshit proceeded to let me CIM. Maybe on return visits she'll do me the honour of letting me soak in her image of her beautiful moneyshot skin but for now I was happy to have finally cum so that she could get a breather in.
The sesh wasn't without its hiccups. As I've mentioned the alcohol coupled with my sudden return to baby punter skill lvls slowed the whole thing down a good bit. Additionally I found myself going soft a number of times during the sesh, reducing Victoria to a one lady pitstop crew as she paused, re-pumped me and then had to freshly dom me up again. I can definitely see how repeat visits with her would reward punters but despite all of this I had a helluva ride. This is easily in the top 5 punts I've ever experienced, and Vic's competitors all had nuru, waterslides, better facilities etc. At the end of the day it comes down to how sexy the WG is.
The tail end of the sesh also had its surprises: Victoria and I discussed - in a strange back and forth involving both Mando & English - horoscopes, the perils of financial debt, and (naturally) how her English had come to be so damn good. This was collaborated with a good wind-down massage that I would love to experience in slightly more depth the next time I'm at 5* but all things considered it wasn't half bad. Catching Vic in her last sesh before she clocked off was a mixed blessing, on the one hand she wasn't rushing to a subsequent booking but the long day had already taken a toll on her. Coupled with my refusal to cum in a timely manner, all these factors combined to make a session that was excellent but not without small problems.
I'm gonna go do genital workouts like Bruce Wayne now and hope that the next time I get a session with that tiny bit extra.
tl;dr version:
LOOKS - 9 (absolute stunner, lovely eyes, well cared for skin, fantastic rack)
ATTITUDE - 9 (aside from the obvious end of day fatigue Vic was incredibly accomodating)
SERVICE - 10 (kinda wish I'd brought a crop and a uniform for her, I have a feeling she'd be up for it)
OVERALL - 9.5
**do yourself a favour; if you only see 1 C-girl make it Victoria, 性感的要命！**