It seems no matter how our dates start, they always end the same way. You get a call and have to leave right when the good stuff starts. I was so close to just writing you off, but you called to ask for one more chance. You’re going to make everything up to me. I get dressed in my sexiest dress, making sure that my hair and makeup were perfect. I feel that anticipation, but I’m preparing myself for the disappointment. I hear the doorbell ring and I rush to greet you. I invite you in and begin to gather my things to go. You take them and toss them to the floor. Your hands go to my shoulders as you draw me up for a deep kiss. We’re making up for lost time tonight, you tell me. You don’t need a fancy restaurant, music, dancing. You need my mouth, my tits and my pussy. You lifted me and carried me to the bedroom. Once the door closes, things get a little wild. We’re both starving for one another. You toss me onto the bed and lift the skirt of my dress up and my panties to the side. You shove your throbbing cock inside and begin to fuck me as hard as you can. I don’t mind. I’m meeting each of your thrusts. We’re both driving to cum. I go first, screaming as loud as I can, pushing you right over the edge with me. I can feel your cock explode and feel my wet pussy with your cum. Once we catch our breath, we begin again, going a little slower this time. Your phone rings off the hook, but we ignore it. We spend the night making up for lost time.
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