Review: Zoe Piers

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Zoe burst onto the scene in spring 2012 garnering a tongue wagging and loyal fan base but suddenly vanished almost as quickly as she had materialized. I had wanted to see Zoe then but we couldn't connect so needless to say when I saw her initial "I'm back!" post here a few weeks ago I became delirious with joy. We exchanged flirty pms back and forth arranging an introductory tryst at her lovely and (sadly for me) all too convenient elegant west side apartment...and what an introduction it was!

Having read Zoe's rave reviews and marveling at her seemingly super human credentials and talents I was, of course, somewhat dubious until I could personally sampling her special gifts. After repeated visits to her font of erotic love I can attest that Zoe is simply not of this world. She is merely visiting our humble planet until boredom whisks this dazzling star away to another galaxy. Zoe is an ethereal creature...a thoroughbred unlike any other...a goddess of imperial lineage descended directly from Aphrodite...in one word, and one word cannot adequately capture her personae, a divinity. Zoe is the absolute epitome of my type, being a tall, thin, elegant native African born knockout and the star of this exclusive stable of sumptuous fillies. To say Zoe's pulchritude is breathtaking is inane once you meet her as she simply radiates and glows. Zoe's bewitching personality, physical attributes, performance and attitude, grace and generosity take all who dare not to a higher level but to a different dimension. With the face of an angel, Zoe has big sparkling brown almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones, plump kissably soft and lickable lips, a million dollar and mile wide smile. Her bone structure is magnificent, her deep rich mahogany buttery smooth brown skin flawless, her runway model's physique tight and toned. Zoe has long and lovely legs, they're lean and lithe but not skinny, shapely but not muscular.

My most recent visit to Zoe's love lair found us parked on the edge of her sofa. Gracious hostess that Zoe is, an assortment of fruits and drinks were set out on the coffee table which we enjoyed while chatting. Between a grape or orange slice we'd exchange deep French kisses, and if you enjoy kissing Zoe will become your go to partner. No one, absolutely no one, civilian or pro, kisses as passionately as this woman. I have yet to be with anyone who enjoys kissing as much as I - deep and wet with lots of spit, tongue sucking and lip licking - until meeting Zoe. Occasionally, I would break away to lick a cheek or her neck, softly stroking her arm or thigh until I just had to taste those luscious legs. As she is very much a lady, Zoe was dressed in the smashing red dress and 5" red Valentino heels you see on her website. I slipped off her left shoe and began kissing her foot, nibbling and licking her sole, toes, ankle, slowly working my way up that gorgeous gam to her thigh, enjoying her calf and inner knee along the way. Dress off. Panties down. Bra gone. That skin! A delicious dark chocolate like velvet to touch, like butter cream to taste...