You’ve had a long week at work, so you go to your favorite bar to enjoy a couple drinks before starting your uneventful weekend. The week dragged by, and you want nothing more than to spend all weekend watching Netflix, but only after decompressing a little. I notice you sitting at the bar, and I can tell by your body language that you are just over everything. Your boss who works you too hard and doesn’t recognize how important you are, your boyfriend who doesn’t appreciate the things you do for him, everything. You just can’t catch a break. I tell the bartender that I’ll buy your next drink, which at first you turn down. You’re in a relationship. But then you thankfully change your mind, besides, it’s been a week from hell. I walk over, say I’m glad you accepted the drink, and introduce myself. I ask how you are, and mention that you seem a bit stressed out. You tell me that your job is wearing on you, and the weekends never seem long enough. After awhile we are both pretty tipsy, so I insist that I call a cab for you to make sure you get home safe. That’s when you ask me if I think that you’re pretty, and I reply that you’re beautiful, smart, and funny, and that your boyfriend you mentioned earlier better know how lucky he is. When the cab arrives I walk you outside, open the door of the cab, and before you get in you whisper in my ear that I should come along to make sure you get home safely. Who am I to say no to such a request, so I join you in the cab. We continue talking about life, and what makes us happy during the ride. Once we finally get to your apartment you ask me to walk you to the door, so I oblige. I ask the cabbie to stick around a few minutes so that I can get home after I walk you up. We get to your door, I say goodnight, it was nice meeting you. You reply asking if I meant what I said earlier, about you being beautiful, smart, and funny. I respond with of course I meant it! I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know you this night. Then you lean in, your piercing eyes that I could get lost in staring into mine, and say “then show me how much you meant it”. At the point I lose all the self control I’ve been showing all night. I wanted you from the moment I saw you, but I assumed you were unattainable. I immediately felt an uncontrollable growth in my pants, I couldn’t wait to rip your clothes off and kiss every inch of your body. You guided me into your apartment and locked your luscious lips with mine. Fireworks were going off everywhere, all I could think about was how magical tonight was going to be. I had never wanted someone this bad before, I could barely resist my animalistic urges to just throw you on the bed and fuck you until we were both exhausted. We started undressing each other, my jaw on the floor at the sight of your perfect body. At this point I couldn’t hold out any longer so I picked you up, pushed you against the wall, and slowly slid my fully erect penis inside of your heavenly pussy. It felt so fucking magical I’m surprised I didn’t cum after the first thrust. We did this until you were soaking wet, and begged for me to fuck you doggy style on the bed. I grabbed you from behind, pulling your hips and perfect ass into my cock, slamming you into me, hearing the rhythmic clapping of my balls slapping against you as we both moan in pleasure. Eventually you cum all over my rock hard dick, which turns me on even more. I beg for you to let me taste that heavenly pussy that I loved being inside of so much. I lay down, and you come sit on my face, still soaked from before, and I lick up any leftover cum I can find, and then get to work on eating you dry. I start by tenderly sucking on your lips, getting you as wet as I can, before gently massaging your clit at the same time. Then I slide my tongue in deeper and deeper, tasting your sweet juices, thinking how the fuck did I get so lucky. Finally you beg me to make you cum, so I start fingering you as well as everything I was doing before, coordinating the rhythm with your moans, until you ultimately explode all over my face, drenching me in your sweet nectar. You lay down beside me, I mention how amazing that was, and we fall asleep. The next morning you wake up and I ask you if I can have breakfast in bed. You think to yourself that’s kind of rude, but then ask what would I like? I say “what I had the night before, please”.
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