I have never had the pleasure of sharing the company with someone as beautiful as you. You are perfection and you have amazing grace, perfect posture, the face of an angel, and manners far beyond your status.
I could see here pining over you for hours, in your little crop top, edges draped in lace.
My old man body struggles to the bar to order us more drinks; Aussie lager for me, espresso martini for you. So classy. Your biceps ripple as you pick up the cocktail glass, only further pressing your breasts together.
Perfection!!
And your ass is a miracle, and I can barely wait for the second cuming. Those tiny shorts are perfect at hiding just what they need to.
No doubt this expense will cause a huge shit fight with my wife. But she hasn’t touched my cock in nearly a year so fuck her.
I never thought I’d pay for sex, but you my dear, are one hundred percent worth every damn dime. For all the eyes upon your perfect body, I don’t care, for tonight you’re mine.
Dinner seems to take a lifetime to arrive, and even longer to eat. Watching you place each mouthful of salad inside your mouth
Reminds me all the more that you are the only thing I want to eat.
Our conversations slows over bites of lettuce and steak but picks up as soon as the cute waitress cleared our plates. Her red hair seemed almost flirty, but it just reiterated my thoughts of you.
Desperate and dirty.
The little blue pill has kicked in after dinner as you lead me back to my room, and as you peel of your dress, I long to be inside your pussy.
But instead you tease me all the more, my balls swollen, blue, sore.
When at last I view your body, naked, perfect, and all mine, all of my problems and dramas flee from my mind.
Your skin is soft to the touch, your breasts firm within my clutch and your pussy, dripping wet with natural juice, is more than enough to seduce me all the more.
Muscles grip my cock like a closed fist, inviting me in for far more than I could ever resist. My cock has been ignored for so long, it had been neglected. But your price tag meant I wasn’t to be rejected.
I fucked you like it would be my last time.
Enveloping you and making you mine. I have no idea where the stamina came from, maybe the little blue pill, but I gave you everything I had until I almost felt ill.
You straddled me like a wild stallion, a bucking horse, drawing my voice until my throat went coarse feeling your perfect vagina which is a perfect fit.
But that little blue pill let me go on for so much longer. The whole time my cock just got stronger and stronger. You begged for me to come and cease, but I was a long way from my final release.
I could watch your tits bounce all night long, every curve continued to make me strong.
You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever shared within my bed
Your moans of pleasure confuse my choice of who I wed questioning my perfect match.
At last, your tight little pussy draws me towards an end, drawing me closer than my bestest friend. You milk my cock like a cow’s udders, pulling me closer to a body lost within a shudder.
I cry out and moan, noises of which I’m not alone. We cascade together, listless out at sea, coming for what feels like forever.
When morning comes, you are long gone and I am left to soak within your swan song. I don’t give a fuck about the issues this transaction will bring on my marriage. It will just bring about a conversation of which you gave me courage.
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