" go on a date with me" Donald invite.
Susan spilled off her coffee between her lips as she made this very heart melting eye contact with Donald, goosebumps summoned beneath her tight moisturized skin.
"How" Susan said chilled.
Donald had believe that, requesting for her to go on a date with him doesn't match his egos. he commands or speaks out. But this time he adjusted those thoughts. He wants something from someone that seems to play him most of the time.
"Please?, just one date" Donald implored.
"Ahm.. I'm short of words" Susan became voiceless with her right thumb circling the coffee mug
"Say yes to me Susan_ you have nothing to worry about"
A yes was never Susans issue, she could say a thousands of it because she is happy with that person, maybe it could be a time to celebrate her success afterwards.
"Ok, yes I will go on a date with. What do you do on a date? Is it a movie date?"
"Anyone you enjoy more"
" I love movie dates"
She doesn't know what she just picked.
Then you must love me as well baby
"Then excellent, am good with it" this got very interesting for Donald, he have never been to a movie date before but he already got plans. There must be a slight sinful pain indulge tonight.
"I'll come pick you by 7pm on the dot" he said with a comfortable smile on both lips and departed.
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Jeffrey opened the side passenger's door.
Donald appeared on a printed cream suit with a well buttoned white collar shirt and a tie around the neck, displaying his well-shaved hair, his shinny beards enchanting his wholesome tuxedo as he unpockets his phone and texted
Donald: am downstairs sweetie
Susan: I'll be right down shortly. She came out and headed in Donald's direction with her hips fluttering on her red handless Louis designer gown, just a perfect time to wear her best color. An exact tiptoe heels exposing her ankles and her well-painted toenails, her golden necklace lying in-between her cupped breast with her unique fitted hairstyle. as simple as she was, she killed the outfit.
"You are beautiful Susan" Donald acknowledges her sophisticated elegance, lengthening his palm to cup hers, bestowing on her a kiss.
"Beautiful"
"Thank you, Donald, and you too, you look good"
"Thank you" smiling as he opens the door for her to get in.
"Thanks" Susan appreciated
They drove for a while to their destination. A movie theater. They bought popcorn, juice, and their duo tickets which Donald had paid for the whole conservation for themselves. Just the both of them.
Having watched four about 30 mins still counting. She had crossed her leg over the other as both of them shared the same pitcher of popcorn
Donald's hand left his church-placed position to her laps, as both made heavy eye contact, the popcorn eating was suspended as they were absent-minded. Pulling her towards himself, he initiated some kiss on her soft lips and laid backward but Susan had taken it personally as she grabbed Donald's face to her tight position, gripping her tongue to his, kissing him profusely
He yanked her back from messing with his head because it makes him feel domesticated like a puppy, he doesn't feel entitled to her pain.
"You make me so hard baby girl..."
"You want me, don't you?" as he traces her tits with his long fingers "talk to me, lemme know how you feel"
"Fuck, yes" Susan moans.
"I need to fuck you, I want to fuck you raw right now, do you feel the same way? I don't think so because I have a lot I want to do you. You may hate me after it Susan" he stated.
"Aah" Susan whimper
He has located his dwelling juicy area with his fingers as he began to play and finger her countless times
"Aah, please" Susan howls, holding her belly button
"You are so tight Susan. That's such a good pussy.. Fuck baby" Donald continues "don't tell me you're a virgin babe"
Susan couldn't talk, she could feel her breath being taken away from her by mare fingering, she tried to talk but then he went deep with his finger.
" ah please," she gasped once more.
He felt her words this last time and attempted to stop but damn! he was so f..king hard, his lengthy cock surfacing on his trouser. He stopped. Taking his fingers out as it wet drips. She cum for me?.
"Yes!" he grumbled to himself, Kissing Susan on the forehead.
"Are you okay sweetie?" Donald asked
"I __m fine" still catching her breath and trying to cover her face, looking down.
" Are you shy?"
"No, am not"
"Do you know that you cum for me?.you are so sweet. That's my pussy Susan and you kept it." and kissed her again on the forehead making her rest it on his chest.
He never gave up in asking again and again
" Are you a virgin Susan?"
This has always made her uncomfortable and she request them to change to a more conducive place to eat, she was hungry already. The popcorn was never settled for her.
Diva's feeds
9:13 pm
Donald had earnestly booked the whole restaurant for her exclusively, just in case of necessity for one.
The door was opened again, as Susan stood out of the car, pleased. Observing every bit of the building.
"is lovely"susan commented
"Yes baby.." looking at her " you're good?"
She made a nod, telling him that she was fine.
A long silence captured the scene, she simply wanted to eat, go home and lie down as exhaustion was about creeping up on her.
"come in sir, we're pleased to welcome you" this time a man in a black suit opened the door for them.
Donald, representing gentlemen pull out a seat for Susan and took his afterward, both were looking humble and fresh like nothing happened.
They ate, and had a couple of white wines, and left.
She was already sleeping so hard before he dropped her off at her place, but he did the necessary and took her to the bedroom, changed her clothes, and laid her down to sleep as he left with the spare of the key.
A HUGE SOUND startled Susan from where she was laid, she rolled to her back as these thick aches hit her differently "ouch!" thinking how she got to her apartment was certainly not the right thought at the moment but who else is with her "hello?.." supporting her head with her left hand as she tries to locate her flips with her leg "whos there?". The screech echoed again. Faint but shrill. Another quiet but soft sound emitted from her kitchen, padding, the door creaks. She close her eyes and opened them again to be sure is never her imagination.
No, the sound was footsteps. metal clanging.
Scared, as she pulled out the drawer attached to her bed to reach out for her phones but they weren't there. She had called 911, Donald or something.
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Dear readers,
Thanks for being patient with me, you are loved