Her name was Belinda. She was a five-foot-nine beauty whose electric presence was accentuated by her ample 36-24-36 figure.

Tremors quaked through my entire body when I saw her. As soon as our eyes met I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

On our first date we were sitting across from each other, sipping cold beer, when I felt her foot travel slowly up my leg, caressing me with her toes until she found the growing bulge in my pants. She was very deliberate, and succeeded in getting a substantial rise out of me, figuratively and literally. My face must have turned as red as my engorged cock because restraining myself was becoming increasingly difficult. I felt as if I were about to explode and release a full load of come. Sensing this, Belinda stopped her delightful foot massage. When she said she wanted... Read More