Perfect Date |
We meet for lunch in a quite restaurant. Our table is in a corner and the waiter takes our order. We have a conversation, and tell small jokes, to become comfortable with each other. Your blouse to a certain extent is not fully buttoned, and the curvature of your breast is seen along with the lace of your bra. The waiter returns with our meal and we have a great lunch.
During our meal I run my hand along the curve of your calf, and you smile and touch my hand pulling it up your thigh. Your legs part slightly as I rub your warm soft slit. You drop your high hell shoe from your foot and gently probe my pants and encourage my throbbing. By this time we have different kind of desert on your minds. We leave to finish our desert together.
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