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"Wait just a damn minute!" you exclaim. "You call me over here wanting some company, and, now, since I didn't knock, you're gonna treat me like a fucking child and tell me to go back outside?

"Yes I am!" she yells back. "I don't like people just barging into my house like they own it!"

"Well, if I walk out this door, I'm not coming back," you retort, backing toward the door.

Her face softens a little bit. "Wait, Steve. I didn't mean to jump on you like that. You kind of startled me, that's all. I'm sorry," she says. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable while I make you a drink."

You settle down on the couch. "That's more like it," you say, but instead of sitting on the couch, you go over to her movies.

"Wait," she says. "I've already got a movie in the DVD player for us."

"What is it?"

"Trust me you'll like it." She turns and walks away, kind of shaking her ass for you as she does.

Settling down on the couch, you wonder if she has the same plans for you that you have for her. She takes a long time making your drink. But, when she comes back, you see why. She changed into a black see-through negligee that shows off her luscious 36D's. "Damn, girl, you look good enough to eat," you joke.

"Like it?" she asks, batting her eyes at you playfully. "I bought it just for you this morning." Smiling shyly, she sits next to you, hands you a jack and coke, and, softly kissing your lips, starts the movie.

"I like it," you say. You put your arm around her and pull her closer. She snuggles up next to you watching the movie. You can barely pay attention, though, because of the hot little bitch sitting next to you. Sliding your arm down to her chest, you softly squeeze her breast. A soft moan escapes her lips as you squeeze her nipple. Turning to you, she whispers softly, "Take me, Steve. I'm all yours for the evening." You lift her chin up with the other hand, softly kissing her lips as you do. She then reaches down and squeezes your cock, making you stiffen up a little.

You take off her negligee, exposing her body. As you look every inch of her over, she gets down on her knees, and, pulling your pants down, takes every bit of your hardening cock into her mouth. "Damn, that feels good," you manage to moan as she comes up and gently sucks the head of your now hard member. Squeezing your balls, she looks up at you. "Let's take this to the bedroom," she whispers, grabbing your hand. You comply, and, dropping your shirt on the floor, you pick up your wallet.

"What's that for?" she asks as you pull out the rubber.

"Just in case," you say.

"Don't worry, I'm still on the pill," she informs you. "I hate rubbers. Trust me, you won't need it."