It’s been a couple of months since we last spoke. We met on a dating app, went on a few dates, and had a lot of fun. Neither of us really called it off; the connection just drifted with the everyday hustle of our own lives.
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Then on a random Friday night, you get a text from me.
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“My roommate is gone for the night. Come over.”
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You don’t respond, but I can see you’ve read it. I’m so fucking horny that I don’t even give you a chance to respond before sending over 9 photos… enticing you to reply with the obvious response.
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As you flip through them, your cock is getting stiff. You haven’t been inside me yet, and this feels like it came out of nowhere, but you are so incredibly attracted to me. You love how good my ass looks (cheeky panties are your favourite), and my tits look incredible from every angle I send. You so badly want to fill me up with your now incredibly hard cock.
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Though instead of responding with “yes”, you give me an excuse that you had a long week and you’re exhausted. Which is half true. You’re also thinking this is too good to be true…
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You see that I’ve read it — and I don’t respond for a few minutes. You’ve assumed that I’m disappointed, until a video comes through.
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And if there’s one thing you learned on our dates… I am nothing but persistent if there is something I want. So I hope the 3m26s** **of my video is enough to get you in my house.
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Are you coming over or not?