We had been on dates, and we both knew tonight would be the night. I cooked for her at my place, and chose tastes and textures that would tease her senses a little. Now they were going to be aroused. She undressed for me. It was a slow provocation, a revelation. I was hard from the moment she stepped in my bedroom and slipped off her heels. No, hard didn't begin to describe it. This was like steel under stress, like the cables that hold up a suspension bridge. I was taught. I tingled and throbbed and ached and wondered if I would cum in my pants simply by looking at her. Just in case I didn't I had a plan. |
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