I was in Michigan, cruising in my silver-blue BMW i8 and listening to The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory album blaring. Being an adventurous and enterprising man, I resolved to meet this girl; Aria Giovanni was her name and I loved the idea I was going her way. It had been a long time since we last met.
Her house was by the lake. I reached there and looked around. There were so many trees and other houses. The scenery out there was not anything like New York City; it was refreshing since I desired sometimes to escape from the congestion, the noise, and the bustle of the city. My iPhone 5 rang and it was Aria.
I grinned and answered, "Hello!"
"Hi," she said.
"I'm minutes away from your house." I told her.
"I'm glad you're minutes away. I hope you can handle this very tight pussy."
"Oh, you know I can baby girl!"
"My fingers are already-working there; mmm ... they're soaked all over. The vibe will kill me for sure."
I laughed with her. "I love it when you say that freaky shit," I said, raising my voice. "I cannot wait to have your mouth wrapped around my dick as your hands cupped my balls and you massaging my perineum."
"You sure are making me horny, naughty boy," Aria continued. "I want you to feel how wet I am! I want you to know how much my pussy aches for some attention."
"I cannot wait to taste it."
"Then hurry up and get your ass over here! I want to fuck you so fucking bad!"
"My ass is here already."
After ten minutes of driving, I was finally on her block. There was my tanned Italian girl, standing in front of her house clad in a white tank top and denim shorts. Aria's hair was brown with light brown highlights. She had an alluring smile and a perfect pair of tits. I could not wait to jump out my car and fondle them!
"I'm glad you're here, baby cakes." Aria smiled. "Nice BMW!"
"Thanks, sexy! You know how I do in New York! You look great!"
We hugged. Aria smelled fresh as if she just jumped out of the shower. Then we locked our moist lips passionately and twirled our wet tongues together with such erotic delight that we both moaned in appreciation. I grabbed her ass and she moaned in my ear. My hands roamed to her tits and squeezed them through the fabric.
"Come on, let us go inside." Aria suggested. "We don't need an audience. Everything is being recorded, you know."
We sat in the well-lit living room and got comfortable on her deep-seated leather couch. I liked the large wall mounted mirror above the fireplace. She had an awe-inspiring view of the sparkling lake. There was a piano and a cool entertainment system with her collection of Blu-ray Disc movies. The interior decoration suggested her sophisticated taste of Aria for beauty and style. The flooring and the abstract Italian paintings shone in brilliance.
"You have a nice place, baby," I said. "You did a great job decorating your house!"
"Thanks, you know my place have to be hooked up!" Aria replied, winking at me. "How was the drive down there?"
"Not too bad," I answered. "The traffic wasn't that brutal and I was blasting 2Pac the whole time. It was fun driving out here!"
"Nice! I have been waiting for you-too long. We need to skip all the preliminaries. You know why we've met again!"
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