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And now I got to listen to the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen talk passionately about cinema.

We’d finished eating by the time she said, “Oh my God, I prattled on forever… I’m sorry.”

“No,” I said with a huge grin on my face. “That was the most wonderful conversation I’ve had in… I don’t remember when.”

“Yeah?” she asked shyly.

“Yeah. I loved it.”

“Good,” she said, relieved.

“You want dessert?” I asked, pointing to the strawberries.

“I’d like a glass of champagne.”

“Okay,” I said, and pulled the bottle out of the ice, which had half melted by now.

I undid the wire and popped the cork, which shot off across the room –

As foam gushed out of the bottle all over the table.

“Damn it!” I muttered.

“Mmmm… that reminds me of something,” she said seductively.

“Huh?” I asked, clueless, as I quickly maneuvered the foam into a champagne flute.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked at my crotch.

“Oh,” I said, and burst out laughing.

She was talking about me coming – both during phone sex, and during our first night together.

“By the way…” she said in a husky voice as she pulled a pillow off the bed and dropped it on the floor.

I stood there like an idiot with the bottle in hand as she knelt on the pillow and smiled up at me.

“The filet was nice… but now I want another thick piece of meat,” she purred as she tied back her hair.

I put down the champagne bottle very quickly.

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She unzipped my fly and reached inside.

My cock was already getting hard. As soon as her soft hand touched my shaft, I went from half-mast to almost fully erect.

Which became a problem.

She had a difficult time getting my cock out, to the point where I had to unbuckle my belt and drop my pants to free things up.

It was another hint of her inexperience – but I didn’t care at all.

She grimaced. “Sorry.”

I caressed her cheek with one finger. “Any woman who wants to give me oral sex never has to apologize for a damn thing.”

She laughed, then grinned up at me as she pulled my hard cock out of the fly of my boxers.