Opening Tinder, I started swiping and saw your profile; Emily, looks good, great in that bikini pic, had the same classic lines, you loved your family, friends and animals, you also wanted me to change your mind about online dating, and you valued trust and honesty. So innocent. Clearly you have had bad relationships, but still longing to please and expecting bad boys to change their ways. Good luck with that.

I swipe right, add an unhand compliment that your not my usual type. But you take it, and it doesnt take much smalltalk for you to agree to meet for a drink.

We meet at a bar, I give you an unexpected hug. I firmly press myself against you, but you think its sweet. We sit and I buy you a few cocktails, all the while I work into our flirting how lucky you are to meet someone like me, that you looked more attractive in your profile pictures, even so far that you should workout some more to get more attention. You seemed desperate to have my affection and approval, not stopping me or my hand brushing on your thigh throughout the night, and you smiled sympatheticly as I mentioned in passing how expensive these cocktails were.

It didnt take too long for me to suggest you'd drank too much and I'd drive you home. You were unsure, but thought it was for the best.

In my car, my hand was in your hair, forcing your head down my entire length as you bent over from your seat. Your makeup was ruined and your lipstick was smeared over my cock. Your eyes watered as you bobbed your head up and down. I'd already pulled your tits from your dress, and they swayed as you sucked. Your nipples rock hard. I grunt and thrust my hips as the first load of the night floods your throat and mouth, desperately you begin to swallow each drop

Looking for a Tinder date to humilate and use all night. I've got a kink for undermining a girl till she's desperate and eager to please. Love cumplay and rough sex.

Show me your profile pic and write an intro from where you want to start; the bar, the car or back at yours.