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I’m wayyyy too tired for squats today after last night’s dat..
🕑 Added 2024-03-10 14:30:50 +0000 UTC I’m wayyyy too tired for squats today after last night’s date so I’m gonna write a little about the date because I’m sure some of you will enjoy it, so read on if you enjoy a bit of smut 😘 I hope this makes up for the lack of a video today lol, let me know what you think - I’ve not written anything properly for years. I arrived around 5:30, I was wearing this dress with red lingerie from photo 3 underneath, with some cute nude heels. My date was a very well spoken man in his early 50s - exactly my type 🤭 When I arrived, he uncorked a bottle of red wine, put some jazz on a speaker, and we sat and flirted and got to know each other, all the while his hand was gradually creeping up and down my thigh. Eventually, after our second glass and laughing at a joke I can’t remember, he made a move and kissed me - deeply. We kissed for a few minutes, I felt his hand wandering under my dress - only stopping at the top of my stockings. He pulled away from the kiss and asked me if I’d like to remove my dress, so I told him “of course, but you’ll have to unzip it for me” (why *are* dress zips always so unreachable?). As he unzipped me, he kissed my neck, inhaling deeply and taking in my perfume. I allowed my dress to fall to the floor and slowly stepped forward out of it, away from him to give him a better view of the gift he had so carefully unwrapped. I would be lying if I said the feeling of his eyes on me as I slowly walked around the room didn’t thrill me. I asked if we should move to the bedroom, he declined - instead choosing to open the second bottle of wine and pouring us another glass. Before long, my glass of wine sat forgotten on a table. I had put it down in favour of straddling him on the sofa, grinding on his ever growing bulge as we kissed. When I pulled away from this kiss, with my suspender belt soaked in my own precum, he finally asked to move our night into the bedroom. I walked ahead of him, swaying my hips and trying to give him the best show I could. I can only assume the view was to his liking. In the bedroom, he asked that I bend over the end of the bed and separate my legs. I was a little confused; after the pace of the earlier parts of the night, I wasn’t expecting to go straight to sex now. He moved my thong to the side and slowly pulled my plug out *(oh, I guess I forgot to mention I had been plugged since mid-afternoon)* but instead of a cock, I felt a tongue. I’m glad he couldn’t see my face because the grin that I wore in that moment was definitely less attractive and more Disney villain. I started to lose myself in the moment, moaning as his tongue and fingers explored me. I moaned louder and louder as he went deeper and deeper. I tried to find a moment to beg for his cock but the words wouldn’t come out. Thankfully, he seemed to realise what I wanted. I heard his fly open, I heard his trousers fall to the floor. He leant over, his body entirely on top of mine, and whispered in my ear, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this”. I shuddered with anticipation and I felt him slide inside me, effortlessly - he must have done a good job relaxing me with his tongue and fingers because I could definitely feel that it was a size I would usually struggle with initially. We started slow - long and sensual movements, placing me in absolute ecstasy. I felt him speed up, I felt him slow down, I felt every inch of him. We got on the bed and did it with me on all fours. We turned over and I rode him. We turned again and did it with me on my back with him over me so we could kiss. *It might seem boring of me, but I love missionary, I love the intimacy and the passion, I love looking a man in the eyes as he starts to lose control and give in to his need to cum.* I could feel him getting close, he pulled out, removed the condom, and finished on my face, a truly huge load - a full 3 hours of build up since I arrived. How’s that for a nighttime skincare routine? Surely they call it a facial for a reason. We cleaned up and returned to the living room to finish our wine, chatting as we were when I first arrived, he expressed his desire to see me again next time he has business in my city, and I said I’d love to.
