My squeals turn to moans, the pace steadily pushing me closer to orgasm. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure it’s something I should talk to a woman about…” he says “I don’t want you to think negatively about me for it.”
“You do remember what I used to be, right? “He asked me out!” she says, beaming from ear to ear “Oh thank you! He writes her a letter and sends it the next day, receiving a response two days later. “can I go a little quicker?”
“Mmmmm please!” I gasp, clawing the sheet, this time in bliss. My asshole starts to twitch around his cock, my release barrelling towards me. Regaining his senses he offers his arm to her which she gladly takes and we walk outside looking like the belles of the ball hanging off the arms of our respective tuxedo clad man until we climb into the limo (the boys being perfect Gentlemen) and it whisks us away to the most exclusive restaurant in the city.
