I have this penchant for thin, busty, blonde babes, so I decided that another visit with Dakota Dare would be just what my aching gender reminder needed. I emailed her to let her know I was interested. She emailed me back that evening and said she
remembered me and was available Thursday afternoon at the same in-call hotel in the Addison area where we had our first date last month. I asked her for an early afternoon appointment and would she greet me wearing a LBD (Little Black Dress) and
nothing else. (LOVE seeing a barefoot blonde in an LBD!). When I got to her place, she had on a plunging neckline black taffeta shortie with a cute bow in the back peeking out from under her gorgeous long blonde hair and with her man-killer boobs peeking out of the plunge. I damn near died on the spot with desire. Once I emptied my hands of greeting card and tote, she enveloped me with a warm, fuck-me hug, a cheery, How've you been, baby?, and a DFK to D-I-E for. While I came up for air, she giggled and ran her hand over my intrusive reaction to her hearty hale, and asked me to undo her bow. It untied easily, and that whole slinky dress just slithered down to the floor, revealing Dakota in all her Barbie-in-a-birthday-suit
perfection. Next. . .