More Asian Wife
- Thread starterShanghaisub
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I think she would love a well hung, fit bull to satisfy her as a BF, or as one of a stable of studs to fuck her properly when she needs it.
You should encourage her to date Western guys, by herself, so she can surrender herself completely and intimately... Maybe later you can lap their cum cum from her pussy.
Do you think she's up to the challenge?
Are you?
You should encourage her to date Western guys, by herself, so she can surrender herself completely and intimately... Maybe later you can lap their cum cum from her pussy.
Do you think she's up to the challenge?
Are you?
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alabull
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I first noticed your hot little piece of tail from the back as she faced the counter in a coffee shop. Though taken with the well shaped legs and ass, I hadn't seen her face. It was evident she was struggling with a large package from a clothing store while trying to pay for her coffee. I stood from my seat, went over and handed payment to the older lady behind the counter. It was then I first saw those full lips and knew immediately where those were made to be planted.
Mid-afternoon, the shop was near empty. The pickup was almost spontaneous, unexpected by either, but perfect in its simplicity and mutual understanding.
She seemed to blush all the way down to the middle of her chest and said, "Thank you, sir, you didn't have to do that." I replied, "If you knew me you would know that I do what I want." I sensed something special was happening from her timid reply, "I'm not really used to that."
Still she didn't capitulate, struggling around her package in an effort to reach payment to hand back to me. Her hand in her purse, I closed my large, rugged hand around her small, delicate wrist and squeezed, firmly, saying, "I do what I want." There seemed no resistance in her arm, or in her whole body for that matter. No pulling back, no rising off her heels and onto the balls of her feet, just a subservient compliance as this previously unknown man grasped her dainty wrist. Her gaze was down in the direction of the purse. In a half whisper impossible to hear were it not for watching those pretty lips move, she said, "I want you to do what you want." Her wrist still in my grasp, and squeezing hard enough to guarantee my meaning was not misunderstood, I said with resolve, "WHAT I WANT."
Still looking down and just as quietly as before, I saw those lips say, "What you want." Then raising those eyes to look into mine, she followed up with, "WHATEVER you want."
"This is the last time you ever look me in the eyes, understood?" I said. She held her gaze attempting to assure herself she wasn't making a horrible mistake. She was out on the edge, and she knew it.
Still holding eye contact and speaking as if making an oath, those lips turned up in a slight, uncertain smile, "What you want, whatever you want. I await instruction." With that, she diverted her eyes toward the floor.
Mid-afternoon, the shop was near empty. The pickup was almost spontaneous, unexpected by either, but perfect in its simplicity and mutual understanding.
She seemed to blush all the way down to the middle of her chest and said, "Thank you, sir, you didn't have to do that." I replied, "If you knew me you would know that I do what I want." I sensed something special was happening from her timid reply, "I'm not really used to that."
Still she didn't capitulate, struggling around her package in an effort to reach payment to hand back to me. Her hand in her purse, I closed my large, rugged hand around her small, delicate wrist and squeezed, firmly, saying, "I do what I want." There seemed no resistance in her arm, or in her whole body for that matter. No pulling back, no rising off her heels and onto the balls of her feet, just a subservient compliance as this previously unknown man grasped her dainty wrist. Her gaze was down in the direction of the purse. In a half whisper impossible to hear were it not for watching those pretty lips move, she said, "I want you to do what you want." Her wrist still in my grasp, and squeezing hard enough to guarantee my meaning was not misunderstood, I said with resolve, "WHAT I WANT."
Still looking down and just as quietly as before, I saw those lips say, "What you want." Then raising those eyes to look into mine, she followed up with, "WHATEVER you want."
"This is the last time you ever look me in the eyes, understood?" I said. She held her gaze attempting to assure herself she wasn't making a horrible mistake. She was out on the edge, and she knew it.
Still holding eye contact and speaking as if making an oath, those lips turned up in a slight, uncertain smile, "What you want, whatever you want. I await instruction." With that, she diverted her eyes toward the floor.
