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Samantha walks through the door, surprised to see Eric waiting for her. “Hey, so, how did it go?” he asks. She smiles, her bright green eyes flashing, and replies “It was terrific!” She hugs him, then adds “You can watch the video later.”

That evening, as Eric masterbates his small dick to the video of his gorgeous fiancé getting fucked in the yoga room, Samantha retrieves the 10 inch black dildo from her underwear drawer. She fills it with some of the fake jizz it came with and lays down on the bed. She rubs it between her pussy and calls Calvin. “Hey girl, what you up to?” he says as he answers the phone. “Just thinking . . . About you . . . And how wonderful today was,” she responds, starting to pant. “I was wondering, would you maybe like to go out, like on a date, with me soon?” Samantha asks him, her breathing becoming heavier as the dildo gets slick with her juices. “Hell yeah, just name the date.” Calvin responds. “Tomorrow?” she asks, letting out a little gasp as she starts plunging the fake dick into herself. “Damn, what the fuck you doing?” Calvin asks, laughing. “Please, please Cal, please see me tomorrow . . .” Samantha says, enjoying the feeling of the dildo pushing in and out of her, listening to his voice and pretending it is him between her legs. “Damn, OK, 8:00?” “Perfect,” she replies, shooting the fake jizz deep into her soaked slit.