#69

Three month anniversary from the day we fucked. We celebrated with three unique cum splatters. Always greedily lapped up by my cunt, then dripping down my legs, it journeyed toward its final destination, the carpet. Last night we went to a modern Japanese restaurant, the service was great, and the atmosphere intimately grandiose, but the food was not made for enjoyable consumption. He did look handsome, regardless of the critiques served by yours truly. I purchased heels for the occasion, 5 inches of stiletto wonder paired with black translucent pantyhose garnished with an elegant seam running up the back of my legs teasing the cusp of my buttocks. A black strapless sweetheart neckline little number was donned. He accompanied me with polished shoes, classic dress pants, and a slim fitted metallic hued blue dress shirt. A sleek black belt with a matte buckle adorned his waist.