Trina and Bob sat down at their table, dressed up to the nines for their dinner date. The restaurant was fancy, with white tablecloths and candles flickering in crystal holders. Trina couldn't help but stare at Bob's lips, imagining them wrapped around his dick. She bit her own lip, trying to suppress a grin.
"Bob, have you thought about what appetizer we should get?" Trina asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Bob blushed and nervously laughed. "Uh, I don't know. What are you thinking?"
Trina leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling. "How about something with a long, hard stick in it?" She winked at him, her meaning clear.
Bob's face turned bright red, and he stammered out a response. "I, uh, I think that sounds good."
Trina ordered a plate of shrimp cocktail, her mind still on Bob's dick. She couldn't wait to get him home and suck him off. She had been thinking about it all day, and she was ready to pounce.
When the dessert menu came, Trina's eyes went straight to the banana split. She ordered it without hesitation, peeling the banana slowly and seductively in front of Bob. She took a bite, but it tasted like cardboard compared to what she really wanted.
"Mmm, this is so good," Trina moaned, her eyes locked on Bob's. She leaned in closer, her voice low and husky. "But it's not as good as your dick."
Bob tried to change the subject, but Trina kept bringing the conversation back to blowjobs. She told him about a new technique she wanted to try, her voice full of excitement.
"Trina, not here," Bob protested, his eyes darting around the restaurant.
Trina pouted, her bottom lip sticking out in a fake sulk. "Fine, I'll just have to think about it all night."
Trina excused herself to go to the bathroom, taking out her compact mirror to check her lipstick. She wanted to make sure it was perfect for when she got to suck Bob's dick. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She was so wet, she could feel it through her panties.
When she returned to the table, Trina continued her dirty talk, making Bob even more uncomfortable. She told him how she had been dreaming about his dick for the past five weeks, her voice full of longing.
Bob finally gave in, agreeing to let Trina suck him off when they got home. Trina grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Good boy."
They finished their dinner and headed home, Trina's hand resting on Bob's thigh. She couldn't keep her hands off of him in the car, groping him through his clothes. Bob tried to keep his eyes on the road, but it was hard when Trina was making him so horny.
When they finally made it to their house, Bob led Trina to the bedroom. Trina pushed him onto the bed and started undoing his pants, her eyes full of desire. She took Bob's dick in her mouth and moaned, "Mmm, this is even better than I imagined."
She started sucking him off, using the new technique she had been talking about earlier. Bob couldn't believe how good it felt. He tried to hold back, but Trina wouldn't let him. She wanted him to cum in her mouth.
Bob finally cums, moaning loudly. Trina swallowed every last drop, licking her lips. She smiled and said, "I told you I was good at this."
Bob collapsed onto the bed, his breathing heavy. Trina crawled up next to him, her body pressed against his. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth.
"I can't wait to do that again," Trina whispered, her voice full of desire.
Bob grinned, his eyes full of love. "Me too."
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