Post-sex chitchat.

"I want to get to know you better," Camila whispers in your ear.

With blood drained from your head to your cock you are not thinking straight and you do not fully fathom what she would like to do. "I thought we are already getting to know each other better?"

"Not just physically, silly!" she giggles, playfully slapping you. "You said you want a second date with me then we should get to know each other more beyond sex."

For a moment you are tempted to blurt out, "There's more to sex?" but you bite your tongue, not wanting to insult her and ruin any future chances of having amazing sex with her (at least that does not involve giving her cash). "Yeah, of course!"

You push yourself up and hesitantly pull out of her pussy to flop over onto your back on the bed. Camila reaches down with one hand between her outspread thighs to rub her jizz-leaking pussy that you had haplessly pounded. "Don't worry, we'll talk AND have sex tonight!"

"What do you want to talk about?" you ask, turning your head to look at her.

"What do you do?" she shrugs.

You tell her about your job and work — you like your coworkers, you have an okay relationship with your supervisor, and the pay is decent but you want to either get a promotion or look elsewhere to further your career. "What about you?" you ask.

"I'm an office manager at an accounting firm," she answers. "The pay is good but the men are boring! That's why I like to party hard with well-hung men to get over my frustrations at work."

"I'm perfectly fine with you taking out your frustration out on my cock," you chuckle.

She laughs but then stops when she hears her stomach growl. "I guess I should eat dinner!"

"You should try the soup, it's very good!" you wink and she giggles.

Camila heads to the bathroom to clean up while you head out to grab your clothes. The two of you sit down at the dining table and enjoy dinner, albeit cold but nonetheless delicious, while chatting about your interests besides sex. Both of you are surprised that you are fans of the same music groups and continue to talk about favorite songs while sharing the ice cream you bought.

"I think we can go on a second date," Camila smiles before leaning over to lick some melted ice cream on the corner of your mouth.

"That's great! My burnt tongue wasn't in vain!" you smirk.

"We should make sure that tongue of yours still works properly..." she winks.

"Oh?"

"Our first date isn't over yet," she smiles. "Let's Netflix and chill!"

"Sure, what do you want to watch," you ask as she takes you by the hand to lead you to the living room. The two of you plop down on the sofa and turn on the TV.