Becca24 years

I should probably not write much here, because I'd love to keep her all to myself, but for the greater good I'll share it anyway. The evening started with a spectacular blunder that would genuinely get you fired at an agency. Thanks to a fatal mix-up between "pinsa" and "pizza" in the navigation, we just couldn't get our spacetime coordinates to align, no matter how hard we tried. I ended up calling off the dinner on my own, leaving the place awkwardly with a puddle of beer, and rode an Uber to the hotel where we finally got to hold each other. So the meal fell through — tragic given all the groundwork I'd put into scouting the culinary scene. But it didn't dampen the mood, quite the opposite: we already knew each other from an earlier meeting with an infinity pool out in the countryside. No pool this time, so we got into a steampunk bathtub with gold-plated fixtures together (note: she loves bathtubs) and then spent over five hours together in the room. Her body is exquisite, not a gram too much, adorable, perfect for lovers of slim women. After some warming up in the tub and the first round of sex with the big plug in, she was properly at operating temperature. It turns me on completely: that pretty, innocent face gives absolutely no hint of how she lets loose in bed. I felt extremely good vibes with her, worlds better than some fucking average date. Not to mention she's got brains and humor, which makes even the breaks a pleasure. During the last endless round, we practically fused into one, and I would have happily stayed inside her forever. Five hours in a single haze.