Miss Dior
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Review by MACALLAN89, March, 2025
Was in NY for work. Long ass day, needed to uwnind. Scrolled Slixa, saw Miss Dior. Tiny waist, perfect fuckin curves. Pics looked like a fire. Hit her up. She was free. Met at my hotel on 5th. As soon as she walked in, I knew I made the right call. That dress hugged her too damn tight, like it was painted on. Slim but with hips that made me wanna grab ‘em right there. Hair perfct, but a few strands kept falling in her face when she laughed—sexy as hell. Lips looked even better wrapped around a glass of sake, sipping slow like she knew I was watching. She moved smooth, no rush, like she had all the time in the world. Sat close, playin with her glass, other hand already on my thigh. Locked eyes. Soft voice, little husky, like she’d been whispering dirty shit all night. Fingers slid down my wrist, breath hot near my ear. She bit her lip. "You just gonna stare, or you gonna do somethin?" No more fuckin waiting.