You can't make a first impression twice, so I knew that the next 10 seconds after he got in the car and slammed the door would be the most important thing in our acquaintance.
The man sat down in a creaky new leather chair. The door slammed shut, shutting us off from the others, and the car began to move smoothly.
I leaned in so that he could smell the intoxicating scent of my perfume, running my hand down his trousers from knee to fly. She put her hand right on his still-unready cock and whispered right in his ear.
"Hurry up, little boy.
That's the most important thing, girls. Anchoring.
Take the bull by the horns. If he lets you call his little thing "baby" one day , do whatever you want with it.
"Do you come here often?" I tried to start the conversation.
I silently ignored him.
"Turn around here," I said, changing the subject.
As soon as we got out on Tverskaya Street, where there was a lot of traffic, I put my hand on his groin and began stroking him insistently through the tight fabric of his trousers.
The "kid" turned out to be quite large, but in such tight trousers he simply had nowhere to grow. I ran my fingers over my balls and felt " his heart beating."
The guy was taken aback and, as expected, stared at the road and just silently swallowed saliva while I "anchored" him.
I gently wrapped two fingers around his shaft.
"Mmmm… what a small baby you have…"
Beads of sweat trickled down his temples.
We managed to get to the Central Department Store. Where I abruptly switched from smooth caresses. I slapped his testicles with my hand.
"Come with me."
Schmuck obediently got out of the car. Corrected its economy in trousers. It took the purse and followed me.
Constant coldness, not interest. Looking at tsatskas. Conversations with sales consultants should rarely, but regularly, change to close contact.
I said in his ear, running my hand through the hair on the back of his neck.
Oh, what a sweet thrill it is to feel him literally fluttering in my hands. She brushed her hip against his groin.
We walked around. More precisely, I led him on an invisible leash through the hall with perfume and cosmetics and we went up to the second floor.
Almost immediately (it is important that it is sudden for him) I took him to the locker room.
I unzipped my little belly fly and dumped out his cock and testicles. She wrapped her arm around him.
Here, girls, is the most important thing. The grip should be confident and skillful.
For men, a handshake is very important. It's no coincidence that they always shake hands first to see who you're dealing with.
A sluggish, hesitant, exploring handshake is an instant disqualification in the world of men.
So I grabbed his already swollen penis and immediately, without swaying, began to jerk off.
"Ew, what are you doing, stop…"
"Don't you like it, Kid?"
"Oooh… ahh…"
Talking when you are accelerated from zero to orgasm in ten seconds is almost impossible.
It is important to blow his head off so that he completely loses control.
My pen worked harder and harder, controlling his orgasm completely. I could feel the trunk stiffen. And that he's only moments away from splattering the entire changing room with his cum.
But it's still early.
"Just don't come so fast -" I patted his testicles, " You're not a quick shot, are you?"
Then I looked sternly at the man, who was already rolling his eyes and breathing heavily.
