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I don't remember exactly where we were when we met- everything but him seems blurred. I remember the intense attraction, his sparkly mischievous eyes. The way his stare lingered on me, like he wanted to devour me.

Our first date I took a girlfriend along to be sure I was safe. Our attraction was undeniable. I motivated change in him- he wanted to be everything I found attractive. He started working out because I was at the gym and training very hard. He soon lost a lot of weight and I knew it was because he wanted to look good for me. He asked me to take him out shopping and he let me kit him out head to toe G.Q style. God it was sexy, even choosing his fragrance and suggesting how he should design his goatee. He did it all to please me and it did. I wanted him so badly, yet we had not yet slept together.

I was a virgin and after a handful of dates with him I had decided I wanted him to be the one. He was 33, I was 20.

He would take note of anything I liked and without me knowing it, purchase those things. I remember when he presented me with a gorgeous sheer lace top and the lovely reg garnet necklace I had seen the same day. He insisted that this was what I was wearing and I somehow didnt feel like I had the ability to refuse him. He ordered I was to wear it bra-less, which made me nervous. I had very nice full, ample 34C tits with fair complexion and very big nipples with light brown areolas that he loved to tweak. Before we entered the bar noticed me hiding my breasts- my nipples were big and hard from the cold and my nipples tended to draw a lot of attention. I shyly referred to it to him as CTS, Cold titty syndrome. will trent izle He took a look and I knew his cock was immediately hard looking upon my big stiff nipples protruding from my top, the dark areolas visible through the sheer lace. He slapped my hands down