Let me tell you about my caramel cream pie lover. He loved filling me with his load. The night we met, I could feel his eyes drinking in every inch of my hot, young, caramel-toned body. My movements were slow and deliberate as I strutted from the bar past him to an empty table near the corner of the crowded club.  The lights were dim, and the music was blaring sensual tunes that stirred the imagination.  My long-toned legs crossed as I made myself comfortable, rocking softly as the tall, handsome stranger grew nearer. His voice was low and deep as he leaned down to speak, “Is this seat taken?”

He pointed to the empty chair beside me.  I flashed a flirty smile as I extended my hand towards the chair, “It is now. Join me.” He sat and introduced himself, maintaining eye contact while giving me a brief rundown of his name, age, and dating status.  I returned my information, and he grew even more intrigued. “What is a hot, young, sexy girl like you doing single?” he chuckled in disbelief. “Maybe I have more fun this way.” I teased, twirling the tiny straw around in my half-empty drink slowly before bringing it to my lips, sucking away the liquid, giving him a show.

Moments later, we found ourselves in the back of the club, tussling around an empty bathroom stall.  He’d hiked my black form-fitting dress up high enough to see my black thongs, which were already soaked from feeling his tongue in my mouth. We made out like high school teenagers the moment we were out of view and isolated in the stall of the tiny club bathroom.  I could sense how hungry he was for me the way his lips dragged over my warm brown skin. His white skin against mine was a beautiful contrast and caused me to grow even more excited. The way his tongue danced around inside my mouth intensified my curiosity about his oral skills.

My hand guided his head as he dipped down lower until I could feel his lips against my lower lips pressed against my damp panties. He sucked the crotch of my thongs, tasting me through the soft cotton before sliding them aside for the flavor he’d been craving all night. He was hungry for me and assured me he wanted to have my caramel cream pie for his dessert.