Tonight, I decided to take things a bit slower, so I set up a simple dinner with some wine. No, I don't want to date her, but I figure that I could maybe get the tension to last a bit longer, in case my d**k won't.
She arrived looking like the perfect doll. Skimpy black dress, smokey eyes, hair already looking like she'd been f****d 9 ways to Sunday. Exquisite.
I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my pants as she sat down across from me, her dress barely covering her thighs. We made small talk as I poured us each a glass of the deep red wine. She sipped it slowly, her lips leaving a perfect stain on the rim of the glass.
As we ate, I couldn't help but imagine how her lips would feel wrapped around my c**k. I wondered if she was thinking the same dirty thoughts that I was. As the night
