She tripped on the lift door sill and fell into my arms.
“I enjoyed that; do you feel like a drink on the way home?”
“If you are buying”.
Three cocktails later she was purring like a kitten.
“Another drink?”
“I want cock, not tail now.”
“Done.”
“The sooner the better.”
An hour later we were laying naked on the bed having filled her with the love potion I had made especially for her.
“What are you doing this weekend,” I asked.
“More of the same?” she replied.
