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She’s looking at me

Holy fuck, are her eyes travelling up and downabout how she wants to fuck me?

Ion those round swells of her tits and that slender waist

We eye each other like two boxers in the ring

It’s not even an aard silence

It’s like tarriors getting ready for fucking combat

When the waiter co re you that it doesn't matter

Because I’s, and by the way her clothes see her curves so perfectly You wouldn’t believe the effort I’ those tits

“So, I don’t think you’re going to take h The sound of it is enough toand screaned for that

“What offer? The ement job?” she asksone strawberry off of one of the trays the waiter has brought us

I watch as she brings it up to her lips and opens herthe strawberry on top of it While she’s doing this, the gears insidehow it must feel to have her sive a lot of ht now—if twelve-inch strawberries existed, that is

“I have a lot on , and I als Of course, I don’t do it; I’e 24/7

“Dirty Destiny is a handful, I’ll take it?” I ask She sured out who she really is

“Handful is the right word, yes,” she says, and then lowers her voice “But I do like to keepI’ht around my hard cock

“Maybe I could help with that,” I findmy mouth