A date...

 ... with Xenia!

 

 The caption as text, as well as one more provocative thought about her after the break!

 

Dates with Xenia are always hard work. When you arrive to pick her up, she waits for you wearing just her bathrobe. Not even pyjamas today.

You have to do everything yourself to get your date prepared.  Have to get a going-out dress from her wardrobe, strip her naked, and dress her up from scratch for an evening out.  You roll nylons up her feet, calves and thighs, almost up to her hairless snatch.

Your manhood is desperately straining against your pants long before you even start to squeeze her enormous, silicone-filled bosom into the tiny cocktail-dress you were allowed to choose for her.

Carefully, you coat her billowed lips with gloss.  Oh, that devious smile - even without a single look at your crotch, Xenia knows how she's torturing you!  But don't get distracted, you bought her fake eyelashes and now need to concentrate when you superglue them in place!

"Do I look pretty for you?", she asks innocently, fluttering those insane lashes at you. "You look like a doll,..", you answer.

She's not satisfied, pushes her ample bosom forward.  Her wide eyes intentionally stare in your direction while her thick lips form into a glossy, red ring.

With a dirty smirk, you add "...a sexy, full-blown doll!  This man's dream come true!"  And she relaxes, a contented smile replaces that highly suggestive expression.

But you're not done yet.  And so, you spend a few minutes trying not to think about her lips while working on her hairdo and helping her into some impractically high heels, and... "Ready...?"

"No, dud, you forgot my jewellery!  My jingle bells, please?"  
Hot and cold!  So, you get those titties out of that poor dress again!  And add lipstick to her areole while you're at it.

"So, where are we going?", you casually ask while fiddling the rings through her nubs... her nipples.  Her other nubs, her tiny armstumps wriggle with exitement.  "Today, umm... nowhere," she answers, almost moaning from your nipple treatment.  "I ordered pizzaaahhH."

"Sorry!"  Taken aback by that unexpected announcement, you have squeezed her nipple too hard!  You thought she could not surprise you anymore, and you were wrong!

"...no restaurant?  No club, no movie...?"  You're flabbergasted, and obviously getting stupid now.  She never wants to the movies.  

"I... ordered... Pizza!", she repeats.  "And you pay!"  But Xenia's mockingly bossy demeanor is gone in a second.  She gently purrs "Wine's in the fridge.  What time is it, Tiger?"

The big wall clock shows half past 6. "Erm, half,... half past six."

"Oh, lovely!"  She happily flails about with her little stubbies and makes her exposed bells jiggle and jingle. "We have half an hour to relieve this outrageous sexual tension before our dinner is here."

One thing you might wonder about Xenia: Is she blind?

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