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Cock-Starved Damsel

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I am a good girl who wants to do naughty things just for a strong, sexy man with a big hard cock. I want to give a sloppy blow job

Chapter 1: Introduction

As she sat, sipping her coffee in the crowded coffee shop, she felt a presence behind her. Startled, she looked up and saw a strong, sexy man with dark hair and piercing eyes standing there. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He smiled at her, revealing a set of perfect teeth, and asked if he could join her.

She nodded, unsure of what to say, but feeling a nervous excitement stirring within her. As he sat down, she noticed his bulge in his tight jeans.

His cock was thick and hard, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. She felt a rush of heat in her groin, and she could feel the moisture gathering between her legs.

He leaned in closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "You have a beautiful smile."

She felt a shiver run down her spine, and felt a sense of anticipation building within her.

He then asked her out for drinks, and she couldn't help but accept.

She was completely taken in by his charisma and raw sexual energy. As they spoke, she listened intently to him, soaking up every word. His voice was deep and smooth, and she found herself getting lost in it.

As they made their way to the bar, she couldn't help but stare at his body. He had a powerful build, with broad shoulders and rippling muscles. She imagined what it would feel like to touch him, to run her hands over his chest and down his abs. Her face flushed at the thought.

She imagined feeling his hands on her body, caressing her skin, teasing her nipples. She wanted to feel his tongue on her skin, exploring every inch of her body. She felt a wave of desire wash over her, pooling low in her belly.

As they arrived at the bar, he escorted her inside and led her to a table in the corner. The dim lighting created a romantic ambiance, and she couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her.

He ordered their drinks, and as they waited, he reached over and took her hand. She felt a rush go through her, and she couldn't believe how good it felt just to have someone touch her.

They talked and laughed, getting to know each other better. She learned that he was a successful businessman, and he learned that she was a student working towards her degree.

As they chatted, she couldn't help

but notice the way his hand felt on hers. It was so warm and comforting, and she loved the way he held her hand.

He pulled out a chair for her, and they sat down. The air was electric between them.

"So, tell me about yourself," he said, taking a sip of his drink. She opened up to him, telling him about her life and aspirations. He listened intently, asking questions and offering advice. As they talked, she couldn't helpbut notice the way he watched her when he thought she wasn't looking. It made her feel a little nervous, but also excited.

They continued to chat, sipping on their drinks, until the bar started to fill up.

They sat at a small table in the corner of the bar, and he ordered a bottle of wine for them. She sipped on a glass of champagne, feeling its bubbles dance across her tongue.

As they talked, he moved closer to her, and she could feel his warmth radiating towards her. She could hear his breaths, and each pause in his speech seemed like an eternity. She was lost in the moment, and she knew that this was going to be something she wouldn't forget.

They sat at a small table in the corner of the bar, and he ordered a bottle of wine for them. She sipped on a glass of champagne, feeling its bubbles dance across her tongue.

As they talked, he moved closer to her, and she could feel his warmth radiating towards her. She could hear his breaths, and each pause in his speech seemed like an eternity. She was lost in the moment, and she knew that this was going to be something she wouldn't forget.

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