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Several times between then and her scheduled date with David on Friday evening Chelsea had seriously considered calling him to cancel or at least postpone, more than once getting to the point of taking out her phone and starting to punch in his number. But each time she’d told herself that she was being ridiculous, that seeing him again big would prove that his effect on her had just been the result of a passing mood. And she had pointedly ignored the insistent whirring of the projector in the back of her mind while waiting for the hours to pass. Still, when Friday night arrived she’d found herself growing more and more nervous. She agonized over what to wear, completely changing her outfit and hair several times, trying to find the right balance between safely attractive and blatantly sexy. She’d gotten so involved in the process that she lost track of the time and was running late before she’d even gotten out the door. And since the restaurant was a good distance blonde from her apartment building she had arrived nearly twenty-five minutes late. David had been waiting for her in the same place where she had nearly knocked him blowjob over the previous time. He’d smiled and brushed off her apologies while taking her coat, and nothing more had been said about it. Yet somehow Chelsea had known that wasn’t the end of it, though she couldn’t for the life of her have explained how she knew. It was like a distant rumble of thunder heard from over the horizon on a clear, sunny day. It was something in the way he looked at her while they talked, something similar to the first time, but now in some subtle way more focused. There was nothing at all in his manner that Chelsea would have described as sinister or calculating, but nevertheless she’d found herself repressing an occasional shiver – and even the whirring of the projector had faded into the background. The dinner itself had been a great success, at least on the surface. They had talked easily and with increasing openness as the evening progressed, aided somewhat by the bottle of very good wine David had ordered for them, and by the end of the meal they were well on the way to being comfortable with each other. The sexual magnetism between them was still very much present, though of course unacknowledged. They’d shared a cab on the way home. They’d stopped at Chelsea’s address first and David told the driver to wait for him. He’d accompanied her to the front door and into the unlit vestibule of her building. They’d made plans to visit an art exhibit the next day and Chelsea was already looking forward to it. David had drawn her into an embrace, kissed her lightly on the mouth and told her how much he’d enjoyed being with her that evening. Then, instead of releasing her he had suddenly bent her forward, trapping her under his arm. And with his free hand he had given her two hard swats on the behind, one on each cheek, before Hardcore releasing her and stepping back. When she had straightened, gasping and outraged, he had simply laid one hand gently along the side of her face and said, “Try not to be late tomorrow, all right?” Then he had smiled at her, turned and left without another word. Chelsea had been mad enough to spit, and had come close to charging after him and giving him a piece of her interracial mind. Telling him to get lost and never try to contact her again. Instead she had stood there, mouth open, panting with…rage, she’d told herself. Then she had hurried inside. We try to bring him along slowly, blonde you know. "That was a great present." “God fucking damn, I love the way she moans,” my blowjob brother groaned. Sucking it in her mouth before rubbing it against her clit. Your pleasure will last much longer and your orgasm will be even more intense by delaying it for so long. I will soon send Hippacamp to help allay your fears." interracial “Number two, I can’t just let this slide, you understand this, right?” The thought of the three of them having sex together made Lucy's pussy clench, even if big Keith had misrepresented the facts. Her: That’s not going to happen. Brandon got his cock out too and was jacking his nice cock while locking eyes with me. I didn’t last long because after a Hardcore while the buildup was so great that I shot the first volleys of my cum and hit Brandon on his leg in his cubicle.