I call you and invite you over for a special Valentine’s Day dinner.
When you arrive, you don’t seem very surprised there’s nothing cooking in the kitchen. You know me so well, I hate cooking.
I grab your hand and lead you into my bedroom. I remove all your clothes while making eye contact the whole time. I push you back onto my bed and let you watch me take off my little black dress. Your cock was hard before but when you saw my sexy lingerie, you were dripping pre-cum.
My blonde hair shimmers in the dim light, flowing softly around my big breasts, you notice my nipples getting hard. I start to caress my body running my hands down to my stomach, down across my aching pussy. You reach out so you can touch my soft curves. My hips sway back and forth teasing you. I can tell you’re enjoying my every move.
My pussy is so moist your hands trail down sliding your fingers deep inside me. You bring my wetness to your mouth for a taste.
You know you want to devour every inch of me. I can’t resist any longer. I want you.
