"May I?"
I pointed to the empty chair opposite her. She shrugged to let me know she didn't care if I sat there or not. I knew what she was doing. Acting all indifferent like my presence wasn't making her cunt wet. It was a strategy. Good thing I'm a master strategist.
"You look lovely this evening?" I complimented her.
She smiled at me in a way that made my c**k rise and fall in quick motions.
"This girl will be the death of me." I thought.
I immediately countered that thought. I was the Casanova here. All she'll ever be is my next conquest. Once she got a feel of my mighty c**k, she'll be swooning over me for days.
"Do you mind if I buy you a drink?" I asked.
"I already have a drink." She replied, tracing her finger on the rim of her untouched champagne glass in a seductive manner.
