As I take your hand in mine, I tingle from the chills running up and down my spine. The chemistry is undeniable.We order drinks and chat nervously. Al... I can think about is bending you over the table, throwing up your skirt and thrusting my raging harden deep into you, burying it up to the hilt all in one motion.Instead, I escort you to the dance floor and we melt into each others arms as the band plays a slow sensuous number. As you crush your breasts against me, I feel their incredible heat. My only focus is him. I can only see him. Feel him. Touch him. Taste him. Smell him. My craving for him consumes me and I spread my legs further apart. He ravages me. I’m pressed flat against the unforgiving surface and I move the massager directly on my clit like a hard cock, with relentless intensity, then slightly retreating, much like his rigid length sliding in and out of my tight slickness. The familiar vibration starts humming within. With his hand on my throat, he pounds my cunt and all. .."Well hello there little girl," the jolly olf elf replied, looking her up and down. "My, aren't you the hot Italian mama! Bada-bing! I LIKE hot Italian mamas!" He walked over, a largish box in his hands. "I brought you something special this year, my dear."With a twinkling eye and saucy grin, he opened the box. "Just for you, a brand new Sybian!" he declared. Removing the large base mechanism and placing it on the floor directly in front of the staring young woman.It was like a man's hips,. Me: I guess that’s a no.We both went inside. Took showers separately. After a few minutes we were in Abigail’s bedroom. We were still naked.Abigail: That was good!Me: It would have been better if I was there. Just saying.Abigail: I bet it would have but we won’t always do things the way you want them.Me: So this was a show of power?Abigail: Hahaha! Something like that. Why are you still naked?Me: Why are you?Abigail: Because I want to be sexy, I want you to stare at me.Me: Well, I want you to.