I’m not a tat man. As a rule I just think the body is sufficiently unique from one person to the next, in all its shapes and sizes, for it not to need anything else done to it. But then maybe I’m just prejudiced because so many people have crap tats. Tats that, to me at least, diminish rather than embellish.

But when they’re done well, when there’s some vision and wit and artistry going on, then I can be swayed. And when they’re matched by female beauty and a knockout sense of style then yep, I’m signed up. Alexxa Vice had the package down to a T. And today we worked with another – the totally brilliant, couldn’t-praise-her-to-the-skies-high-enough Orion Starr. Shit, the whole mix – the tats, the studs, the braids, the colours, the body… boner-hard stuff, guys.

We nearly missed her. She’s American, lives in Long Island, and she’d been over in the UK for over a week with her man Eric (bare-knuckle fighter, doing some fights) before we realised she was. We got in touch straightaway, the pair of them very graciously took a trip to London for her to get tested, and bingo we were all set. And what a shoot. Orion’s hardcore, she’d seen our stuff and she wanted the deluxe treatment, the whole shebang.

Look at her again. (Not that you weren’t going to.) Look at how cute and dinky she is, look at those juicy hard nipples sticking out strong from those lovely little titties, look at her shaved crotch and imagine what her 22-year-old cunt would look like, legs spread, dripping wet (which it was), getting rammed real nasty by P’s cock (which it was). Imagine her getting trashed and degraded just like we trashed and degraded Alexxa and Misha. Because she was. And she had a total fucking ball.

Orion Starr’s the kind of gorgeous wonder-slut that makes you just love being a dirty old perv. Her shit’s up next week.

(And shout-out to Jay, who very kindly drove Orion and Eric all the way from Bournemouth to Chalkwell Bay and back again. Big thanks, mate.)