The sound of her slickness is filling the compact space of the car as I force her to watch herself as she comes. She shakes and convulses as her pussy, literally, drips all over the seat, coating the leather.
"There it is, Good Girl. Always so compl...
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Too good at goodbyes ~ Sam Smith
I fucked up. Bad.
For the past three years, I've fought to escape the look on her face the day I broke up with her. I constantly see it in my dreams. I'm forced to relive how her face crumbled. How her lips trembled and the tears spilled down her cheeks, shaky hands gathered all trace of our twelve-month relationship and took it out the door. We were so close to our year anniversary, and I shattered the entire thing.
We were truly perfect for each other, we matched effortlessly from the day we met.
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I take one last puff, blowing smoke into the air and enter the restaurant to give the hostess my name. "Tobias Wyatt for eight o'clock please." The short and pale ginger nods once she finds my reservation and escorts me to one of the booth tables. I didn't feel like cooking tonight.
When do I ever really feel like cooking again?
The Chapeau is always quite busy, with a waitlist for a mile. It's one of the most popular spaces in San Francisco for authentic French cuisine. However, since I'm such a regular diner, I was able to get a seat last minute. Settling in the far end of the room, I sit back and take in the low lighting and expensive artwork plastered to the walls. Crystal chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceilings, the light bounces off them creating a mystical pattern on the walls. To my right is the kitchen, open planned so guests can marvel at the Michelin starred chefs as they work passionately.
A tall brunette takes my order as I ease off my suit blazer. When she steps away, I noticed that a lady has taken a seat opposite mine. I sip my red wine as I survey her. Her skin is a deep cognac mahogany and is decorated with dainty gold jewellery. Dark tight curls escape her crown and fall into her back. Long legs wrapped in gold strapped heels are met by toned thick thighs. The rest of her physique is hidden by a cream dress draped around her figure like it was made just for her.
