I didn’t realize what a tiger I had.

When Lara said she wanted to go on a wild date, I thought I’d let her pick the spot. She was dressed in the tightest open-backed fuck-me dress I have ever seen. Her body never looked more firm. Her blue eyes sparkled, her black hair fell perfectly over her bare shoulders. Her beautiful tits, resting firmly against the sheer material, were begging to be touched.

“Let’s go to a strip club,” she suggested. Who was I to argue? Once we made it to the car, she immediately grabbed my dick out of my jeans and started to stroke me ever so gently. I know this was a keep-my-interest session, not a quick handjob. For ten miles she slowly stroked me. I nearly let loose a few times, only to have her hold me back. All the while she continued with her normal... Read More