Katy Perry porn glory hole

Katy Perry porn glory hole

Katy Perry porn glory hole

Katy Perry porn glory hole

Katy Perry was known for a lot of things – some bigger than others. But one other thing was an unfortunate taste in men. Russell Brand, John Mayer, a bunch of rappers and DJs, etc.

And then there was me.

Despite not being a musician or dirty mouthed comedian/musician, I still ran into Katy Perry. Despite not being famous, she talked to me and seemed to enjoy it. Despite all the other things I wasn’t, she met me and talked to me a bunch more times after that. But anything beyond that hadn’t happened.

Since this wasn’t long after things with Mayer fell apart, I had a guess as to why. She confirmed it one night, explaining that although I was different from her exes – which made me all the more tempting, apparently – she couldn’t trust herself in a relationship right now. Even in one that wasn’t serious.

According to her, she didn’t want to risk putting me in the spotlight and media eye, for something she couldn’t commit to for too long. In any case, she was going on tour soon enough anyway, so whatever time we had together would be cut short. I had to admit some of those points were valid.

Many were overshadowed by her admission that she was attracted to me, though. That’s why it made it hard to come to this decision and show restraint, apparently. I didn’t know if I was more flattered or frustrated, though.

To get this close to one of the hottest entertainers around, only to get cock blocked in more ways than one, was frustrating. To be even considered that way by one of the sexiest women around was flattering. Maybe it was a mix of both that made me come up with a plan.

By the time she agreed, we settled on what would be our first and only date.

She would set aside the last night before going on tour to come to my place, instead of risking a scene going out. We would otherwise have a normal dinner, and…anything that would happen afterwards, we would let happen so that we wouldn’t have to wonder ‘what if.’ Then she could go after having all the extra fun of a relationship, but none of the heartbreak at the end.

She got to leave someone on good terms, and I would have one perfect night to remember forever. It sounded more and more like a good arrangement when we agreed. I just hoped she still thought that way when the big night came.

When it did, I made sure dinner was close to ready and I was presentable by the time she was scheduled to arrive. While we weren’t going out on the town, dressing up sold the allusion of a regular date. I won’t lie about how eager I was to see her play and look the part.

Then again, clothing might not be a top priority later on.

In case she backed out of that part, I had steeled myself to accept it, at least while she was still here. If she didn’t, I had condoms ready and I’d thoroughly…drained myself before starting dinner plans. Either way, I had the allusion that I was ready.

I kept it up when I heard a knock on my door. I held firm when she came in wearing sunglasses and a trench coat. I even stayed calm when she kissed my cheek hello and smiled when she smelled my cooking. But when she removed her coat, the allusion was shattered.

Katy’s tight, light blue dress matched her big blue eyes, accentuated all the curves hidden underneath – and those popping out of it – and had straps that could easily be lowered. They only did so much to keep her boobs inside the dress, though.

I credited myself for not gaping too much at her cleavage in past meetings – at least not too obviously when she was showing it. She’d clearly saved the biggest test for last, though. Maybe I didn’t necessarily have to pass it, considering what this night was about. However, I wanted to pass on some kind of curve – pun not intended.

Katy just smiled as I kept my eyes on her face. Of course, her eyes, her hair and her red lips didn’t help me gawk all the less. But she didn’t comment – she knew what I was going through, since she’d put a good majority of men through the same thing. I liked to think my reaction measured up well against some of them.

Whether it did or didn’t, Katy took her seat at the dining table and I got back to actual work in the kitchen. When it was done, we sat and ate together without anything going wrong, or without any conversation about…after dinner. Indeed, it was like a normal dinner.

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