tsgirlfriend: Baby, last night I dreamt about you. I was on a date at a fancy pan-Asian restaurant w
tsgirlfriend: Baby, last night I dreamt about you. I was on a date at a fancy pan-Asian restaurant when you walked in…alone. You looked like a stunning ‘Sex in the City’ version of Snow White. Your hair, which is as dark as a raven’s feathers, your skin, which is as white as newly fallen snow, your Cupid’s bow-shaped lips the color of the reddest rose, were all exquisitely set off by your pretty black dress and black high-heel shoes. Your entrance had an immediate affect on the entire restuarant. Everyone whose seat allowed them to see you enter does a double take. All of the men (and some of the women) were noticeably aroused, causing their dates to turn around, having the same affect on many of them. You ignored them all and slowly sauntered in my direction. My date did an amirable job of not allowing you to see her awe at your beauty. As she sat there, stammering as she struggled to continue talking, she tried to dismiss your presence, thinking that you would simply pass by, take a seat, and wait for your date. However, when you stopped just to the left of me, seductively glancing down at the side of my face, her heart stopped. As I slowly turned my head towards you, you slowly lifted your short black dress and pulled aside your lacy black panties - your pretty pink penis immediately springing to attention inches from my face. Watching it bob up and down, I’m completely mesmerized. I looked up and my eyes were caught by your gaze. To everyone in the restaurant I looked like a deer caught in the headlights. A slow, seductive smirk spreads across your face. And then, knowing that you owned me, you took two small steps forward and, just like that, you slowly slid your hard, throbbing girlcock between my brown lips… …and I sucked. There were oohs and aahs from those who found our little romantic interlude cute. Dozens of smartphones appeared immediately, as everyone in the restaurant began taking videos and pictures of my wordless declaration of devotion. You began stroking my coarse black hair as your slim hips moved from side to side, working more of your girlcock down my throat. My (former) date is humiliated beyond imagination. At first stiffling a few sobs, she began crying out loud and then ran, stumbling, out of the restaurant. After pumping your girlcock in and out of my mouth for a few minutes, you tuck it (pointed up, of course) back in your lacy, black panties and simply say, “Come on.” And that’s were our love story began. -- source link