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Fuck in The Park [M28, F38] first date, intense part 2

My fingers finds her clit instantly. She moans in pure bliss as I massage her throbbing pearl between my fingers. She gasps for air as I slide two fingers inside of her.

“Ooh, fuck, baby…Yes, baby, yes.” Eve yells out, as my long fingers finds her g-spot. “Right there, baby…oh..don’t stop…don’t stop.”

I didn’t stop. I continue to slide my fingers in and out of her. I finger fuck her with two fingers, then three.

“Fuck, baby…yesss.”

Eve’s legs start to shake. Her moans break as her pussy drips its orgasmic wetness all over my fingers. I can feel her body beginning to reach that point of climaxing. My hand was moist with her flowing cream. I slide my fingers out of her, only to begin massaging her clit once again. “Cum for me baby.” I commanded, in a low and deep voice.

“No…not yet.” she pleads, “I want you inside of me. Gimme that dick, daddy.” Read more »

Fuck in The Park [M28, F38] first date, intense Part 1

The air was filled with the sounds of trumpet, trombone, drums, and saxophone playing. The rhythm of the different sounds playing in harmony were smooth and slow. Inspired by the music, Eve moved her body to the cool melodies surrounding us. My eyes focused on her. Her short red dress flares a little while she dances. There was something sensual about how her hips swayed from left to right, then right to left. Her long, jet-black locks swaying along with her body, with the tips of those locks brushing against the thick cheeks of her ass. It was intoxicating to see how possessed she became by the music. The rhythmic movements of her curvy body began provoking a strong sexual tension inside me. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Are you a fan of Jazz?” Eve asks, turning her head around slightly toward me, her stare glancing at me from the corners of her eyes.

Eve’s voice brings me out of my head, and my intimate thoughts of her began to fade.

“Yea…” My eyes shoots up to meet hers, quickly moving away from her hips. “It’s cool…I love it.” Read more »

Your Body Belongs to Me Part 2 [M28, F36] Professional, Client

She walks at an arm’s length behind me, her hand entangled with mine as she follows me toward my hotel room.

“Room 202.” “Room 204.” “Room 208.”

I read off the room numbers silently in my head, until I eventually arrived at my room. “Room 210.”

I pull a key card from my pocket and slip it inside a slot above the knob of the door. An electronic sound clicks as the door unlocks.
I open the door and step inside, my hand gently pulling her hand as I lead her into the room.

Soft music plays through the air as we stand by the king-size bed. My hands grip her waist, pulling her into me as my lips find their way to hers. We kiss each other deeply, inhaling each other’s tongues and taking in each other’s breath. Her body quakes to my touch as my hand moves from the curve of her waist and creeps it’s way up the line of her spine. My fingertips crawl up her back until it reaches a tiny hanging, metallic tag attached to a zipper. I pull on that tiny tab, unzipping a line down her back, and her red satin dress begins to loosen. Read more »

Your Body Belongs to Me Part 1 [M28, F36] Profesional, Client

It’s a cool night in Downtown San Antonio, Texas. I stand outside a speakeasy bar in the King William Historic District. The time is 8:30 p.m. I’m on time. I’m always on time.
I walk inside. The jazzy sounds of a saxophone play softly in the background. I’m immediately welcomed with a smile and a head nod from the bartender. I nod back; then, I make my way over to the first empty stool at the counter.

“First time in San Antonio?” The bartender asks.

I raise my brow, “How’d you figure that?”

“Oh, we Texans can always spot an out-of-towner.” The bartender answers, while placing a red-brown wooden coaster in front of me. “What can I get ya, partner?”

The bartender moves to the side a bit, giving me a good view of the variety of liquor filled bottles that decorated the entire wall behind him. My eyes instantly settle on a clear bottle with golden-brown liquid inside, with a label that read, “Macallan.”

I point to that bottle, “I’ll take that single-malt you have there. Neat.”

“Excellent choice, sir.” Read more »