Chapter 9
It was one month to the day since I'd cured the beautiful black Anna of her phobia. I'd managed to reinforce my handiwork twice afterward in two violently sensual fuck sessions before she walked to the altar. She was a real unique piece of cunt, one I'd never forget.
Three days after my last session with Anna, George Sherman called again. "Jack, how would you like to serve your country?" he said in almost hushed secrecy.
"No, thanks, Doc, I already gave my all to Uncle Sam, remember?"
"Nothing like that, Jack. ... This is big, and very hush-hush!" The poor bastard sounded serious.
"Anything I can do without putting on a uniform is fine with me, Doc. Now ... what's the big secret?"
I'll brief you later. Just get a good night's rest and be ready to receive guests at seven P.M. tomorrow!" he answered, then hung up.
I followed his orders by eating an early dinner and hitting the sack with the newspaper in preparation for a full eight hours of restful sleep. As I drowsily scanned the news page of the Times, my eye was caught by a photo on the front page. It showed two people. A man and a woman. Both were Oriental. He was a squat, powerfully built guy with a rugged, ice-cold face. She was undeniably beautiful. The news story disclosed that the couple was none other than Chou Sung and Madame Sung, from China. He was making a reciprocal visit, on behalf of China's Prime Minister, for the recent visit of our President to The Peoples' Republic of China. Idly, I noted that they would be spending a week in Los Angeles.
What really impressed me was the subdued beauty of Madame Sung. Even the bad reproduction of the news photo couldn't hide the splendid nuances of such Oriental beauty. As I turned off the lights to seek slumber, the image of her face was still impressed on my mind.
At precisely seven o'clock the next evening the door chimes sounded. It was George Sherman.
"Well, well, the mountain comes to Mohammed," I quipped. George had never visited me or the super-sex pad. His presence verified that he had been serious about the importance of my next subject.
"Cut the comedy, Jack; I'm here at the request of the State Department," he replied. "Joyce isn't exactly pleased by this little project. Sometimes I don't understand her at all."
The image of his lush, sensuous wife flashed into my mind; thighs spread wide, moving that glorious cunt in slow fuck motions, motioning me to fuck her. George was right; he didn't understand Joyce. She was a born sex machine. God! My cock tingled as my memory flooded my mind with vivid flashes of her large, meaty tits flopping above as she rode up and down the rigid length of my cock, grunting obscenities and fuck talk as she shuddered in lustful joy of the fuck.
"Okay, George-give! What's the big flap about?"
Tn approximately thirty minutes a woman will walk in here to be serviced. She isn't just an ordinary woman, Jack. She's the wife of a very important foreign official."
"You're kidding," I exclaimed. "Since when does the State Department supply stud service to wives of visiting dignitaries?"
"Yeah, I know; but this is a special case. That's why it has to be handled carefully," he exclaimed.
"So, that's why you're here-to make sure it's handled carefully," I countered sarcastically.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Jack, you're too goddamned mature for ego reactions. I told 'em it would be better for you to handle it alone, but they insisted. I guess they're more than a little nervous about the entire idea and want me to take the blame if things go sour. Shit ... I've got enough troubles without this scene."
"Why didja agree?"
"Well, the government made me an offer I couldn't refuse," he chuckled wryly.
"Take on this project; execute it successfully and a continuous annual grant to the Institute would be assured. Refuse it, or muff it ... well, sex research institutes are vulnerable to all kinds of restrictive legislation."
"Blackmail?" I exclaimed.
"You could call it that!" he muttered.
"So, we don't muff it," I stated. "We make sure the lady gets a good rousing fuck and that's that."
"I wish it were that simple. Foreign females have strange ideas about sex and are easily offended; particularly Chinese women!"
It suddenly became clear! Madame Sung, the wife of Chou Sung! Holy Christ!
"Madame Sung looks reasonable to me, George."
His head snapped up and his eyes widened in surprise. "How the goddamned hell did you ... "
"George, don't forget; I do read the newspaper , ... between cunts," I retorted.
"Oh ... sorry, Jack. No offense, you just surprised me," he apologized.
"Why don't you brief me; we only have about ten minutes." He nodded in agreement as he glanced at his watch.
"The request came to the State Department via one of Madame Sung's personal aides. I didn't realize it, but Chinese women have gained complete equality with men over there, but overtones of the old ways still temper their actions. The women do as they please, but very discreetly, so as not to let the men lose faith. Basically, Madame Sung is both curious and a little frustrated. She has heard that Anglo males are rather well-hung, to put it bluntly, compared to Oriental men. She's right, of course. Being born and raised in China, she hasn't had a chance to experience sex with outsiders. She's more than a little pissed off about it since she knows her husband has laid Anglo females during various diplomatic junkets. Now, she figures it's her turn, but she can't afford to let her husband suspect."
"Yes, George, you're right. A very delicate problem. How do you suggest we proceed?"
"I'm gonna play it by ear, Jack. Just follow my lead and...." The door chimes interrupted his reply. I opened the door. She was absolutely beautiful but very tiny.
"Welcome, Madame," I greeted softly and bowed.
"Thank you," she replied in a curiously accented voice. "I hope my rather unusual request hasn't inconvenienced you." Her English was very good, but spoken in a slightly sing-song rhythm.
As she stepped inside I studied her closely. Lustrous, raven-black hair adorned her head in a highly complex, sculptured hair fashion. It gave her added height. Her face was all Chinese. A broad, smooth forehead, beautiful almond-shaped eyes, a small, well-shaped nose with flaring nostrils, and a small, lush mouth with full, soft lips. As I helped her remove her cape-like coat, I nearly gasped with delight at her figure. Beneath a gossamer cheon-sam of the sheerest silk, two perfectly molded breasts strained against the flimsy confinement of the garment. Anointing the crest of these two firm, meaty mounds, unusually large nipples stood erect and inviting.
Her eyes studied my face as she became aware of my scrutiny. "I am pleased, that my breasts are acceptable," she smiled. Her black eyes sparkled with wickedness. T hope the remainder of my body meets with the same approval."
She moved away from me into the main room of the apartment with deliberate, sensual movements. Below the tiny waist moved two of the most luscious, rounded butt cheeks I've ever seen. They rose and fell with each fluid step, grinding smoothly against each other beneath the sheer silken material of her dress. It was her walk; she was a hot-blooded, sensual woman just asking to be fucked.
George greeted her quite formally and handed her a cocktail. She had sat gracefully on the enormous couch and crossed her legs. Her almond eyes studied me closely as I crossed the room to get a drink for myself. I could almost feel her eyes scanning the bulge in my slacks.
We all sat and sipped our drinks, chatting about the weather, her trip, her country and the customs of China. Nobody seemed to be ready to break the ice and get the show on the road.
After about an hour and six drinks had past, Madame Sung asked to hear some music. I obliged by switching on the tapes of some very slow foxtrot music.
"Madame, could I have the pleasure of showing you how we Americans dance?" I asked.
"Ah so! Yes ... yes indeed! I have often watched films of American dancing." Reaching out my hand, I drew her up from the couch. As she uncrossed her tiny, beautifully rounded thighs, a flash of dark caught my eye. She wasn't wearing panties! As I drew her firmly against my body, I felt the marvelous softness of her breasts and belly pressed urgently against me.
Moving slowly to the bolero rhythm of the music, I let my power flow into the bulge at my crotch. She gasped softly in my ear and pressed the firm, delicately shaped mound of her mons veneris against the hardness of my coiled cock.
"You have partially satisfied my curiosity. American men are indeed ... ah ... well-endowed."
By the time the number was over, her breathing had become very erratic and the hard tautness of her nipples against my chest told me she was aroused. I motioned George to dim the light and leave the room. He did.
I poured Madame Sung another drink; a stiff one this time. I sat down beside her on the couch as I handed her the drink and placed my right hand on her thigh. Her only response was a slight catch in her breathing; then a long gulp of her drink, then another which finished the contents. Without a word she lay back in the crook of my arm and opened her thighs slightly.
Boldly, I cupped her full ripe breast with my left hand and eased my fingers along the velvety softness of her inner thigh, caressing the creamy firmness with slow, sensual strokes. As my fingertips glided over the silken softness of her thighs, I slipped my other hand under her dress and clutched the resilient meatiness of her left breast. Her nipple swelled to erect hardness against my palm and she shifted her buttocks to arch upward a bit.
"Ah ... Jack," she croaked hoarsely, "my cunnie is wet with desire for your touch ... you have nimble and knowing fingers ... ahhhh yes, yes...." She gasped with expectant delight as my fingertips eased into the moist crispness of her thick, curly pubic hair. Squeezing her heaving breast to show my own desire, I cupped the soft firmness of her mons veneris and massaged it with slow, deliberate sensuousness, working my fingers deep into the forest of her crisp cunt hair. As I explored this delicious thicket, she opened her eyes even wider.
"Enter me!" she commanded softly. "My cunnie aches for the feel of those knowing fingers....Aaiiii...."
I had slid my forefinger into the fury furrow of her tiny, firm cunt lips. They were swollen and slick with the honey-like excretions welling up from her cunt. The thick, slick juice covered the ridge of her pulsing clitoral shaft as I traversed its thick, swollen length. Just as my fingertips encountered the erect, juice-covered bauble of her clitoris, she lunged and drew my entire finger into the hot, juicy core of her cunt hole.
She shuddered and grunted her delight. "Aiiee ... yes ... my cunt must have more ... deeper. ... Yes ... there!"
I decided it was enough finger-play. She'd come to see and feel cock ... big, hard cock. Lithely, I rose and turned up the lights, leaving her there, thighs apart and gasping with desire.
"Strip!" I commanded. "I wish to delight my eyes with your wonderful body in nakedness. Now!"
As if hypnotized, she rose and unzipped the flimsy garment. With a quick shrug it fell in a heap around her feet. Such a lush, sensual nakedness was hard to imagine in such a small body.
Her ripe, firm breasts jutted from her small torso like small, juicy melons, The flat, muscular contours of her stomach blended smoothly downward into the creamy mound of her exquisite belly. A perfect triangle of raven-black pubic hair rode atop the rather large mound of her cunt. Be low and between the ripe fullness of her thighs, two firm, thick cunt lips peeked lasciviously from beneath the curly thicket of cunt hair. With lithe, smooth motions she undulated toward me, her mons lunging lustfully and her breasts moving with heavy, jouncing movements.
She stopped in front of me, reached up quickly and loosened the mass of hair from the secret catch that held it in the sculptured grandeur. Like a black, silken mantle it cascaded down over her smooth, rounded shoulders and hung down below her waist. Whipping her head quickly, she made it twirl and swirl.
"Now, I must have your member ... for that is why I came. I must know if the Anglo cock is as glorious as I have heard," she murmured and knelt before me. With quick, deft motions of her tiny fingers, she loosened my slacks, peeled them off, then repeated the operation with my shorts. My cock sprang out like a coiled snake.
"AIIEEE!!" she cried. "It is ... ohh, my ancestors ... have mercy ... such a monstrous, giant organ. ... Ohhh ... mmmm...." The tiny fingers of her left hand flashed out and cupped my swollen ball-sac; those of her right hand clasped the base of my rigid cock, and her tiny mouth attempted to envelope the enormous knob of my cockhead. Her long black hair whipped and lashed the air as she struggled to take my huge organ into her hungry mouth. Reaching down, I buried my fingers deep in the heavy thicket of that raven-black hair and guided her head against my rigid organ.
"Now, you slant-eyed bitch, you're going to suck American cock, baby ... open-your hungry mouth ... sweetheart ... ahh ... there! Now, just take it all ... yeah! AHHH!" Gradually I forced the head into the tightly stretched circle of her writhing lips, past the sharp little teeth, then eased my cock deep into her throat until I felt my cockhead come to rest against her throat.
"Suck it, you fuck-hungry cunt ... take it all and suck! There! Yeah ... that's right ... faster, faster!" Her head moved back and forth with faster and faster bobbing motions as she savored the thick, hot feel of my huge organ. Faster and faster she lunged, driving her mouth back and forth. Her hands had released my balls and were buried deep in my buttocks, pulling my pelvis toward her pistoning, bobbing head ... driving my cock deeper and deeper into that tiny, hungry mouth.
"Ohh God. ... Jesus ... yes, baby, yes ... suck, suck, suck....I'm OOOOHHHH ... GOD!! Here it comes ... take it. ... Take it all, baby ... Her lashing tongue, and voracious mouth had brought the hot, seething stream of thick creamy seed from the base of my scrotum to eruption point. As I loosened the hot cream into the depths of her convulsing mouth she groaned with delight and sucked even harder, milking the last, hot glob into her mouth. As she let my cock slide from her come-covered lips, I noticed it was still rigid. Phenomenal! Furthermore, I was still pulsing with lust! Before I could speculate, Madame Sung leaped high, encircled my waist with her firm thighs and entwined her arms around my neck. She was tiny-I hardly noticed her weight. Her eyes were slits of glittering lust and her mouth was drawn over her gleaming white teeth in a savage grimace of wanton desire.
Hanging on with one arm around my neck, she searched down with her other hand and captured my still-rigid organ in a purposeful grasp. Without a word, she let her ass slide downward and guided my cock into the dripping hotness of her gaping cunt.
As the head of my large cock entered the vestibule of that hot, slick, cunt hole, I knew it wouldn't work. I was simply too big. With curses and screams of frustrations she bounced, squirmed and lunged down savagely in futile attempts to impale herself on the huge shaft of my cock.
"Aiiee ... ugghhh ... the curse of my ancestors on such a tiny cunt! There! OHHH NO! Help me! Jack! Oh Jack!" she gasped in wild frustration. I lifted her down to the floor and laid her down on her back. Her creamy white thighs lay widespread and the muscles under the velvety skin trembled and jerked with frustration and desire.
My eyes feasted on the gaping pink slit couched beneath the crisp patch of thick cunt hair on her heaving, lunging mons. Her eyes blazed up at me as I knelt between her writhing thighs.
"Ohh ... I must have that glorious member in my cunnie, Jack! Do me ... do me ... my poor honey box will explode if I do not feel that wondrous shaft inside my cunnie!"
Dipping downward, I buried my mouth in the dampness of her thick, turgid cunt lips and lunged into the hot, slick furrow with my tongue.
"Aiiee ... yes! Ahhh....That hot tongue on my clit! Yes ... YESSS! EAT OFF MY MEAT....AAEEEEEE!" she moaned in delight and arched her cunt hard against the assault of my mouth.
As my tongue-tip laved the throbbing, juicy ridge of her swollen clitoral shaft, a sweet, musky aroma of cunt filled my nostrils and stiffened my cock to steel-hard rigidity. The smell of a cunt in foaming fuck lust was a powerful, aromatic aphrodisiac. It fired the farthest recess of my sensual senses and made my balls swell and harden with desire.
Leaving the succulence of her cunt lips and shaft, I probed deeper. My reward was a thick, pulsing bauble of hard flesh. It was slippery and hard to capture, but I compressed my lips around the throbbing clitoral pip and lashed it with quick hard jabs of my tongue. She went wild.
"EEIII ... YAAA ... YESSS....Suckle my core! YES! DEVOUR ME! OHFr JACK-SAN!!" I felt the barrel of her pulsing sheath open wider as my tongue bored deep into the hot, dripping vestibule of her convulsing cunt hole. Wider and wider it gaped as my tongue probed, twisted and lashed into the steamy, pungent tunnel of rippling cunt.
Rising up, I rolled onto my back. My huge cock rose from the midst of the thick bush of my pubic hair and the ruby-red head pulsed with desire. I pulled her on top of me and bade her to squat above my cock.
"There, baby, ride it! Impale your hot little cunt on it and fuck!" Swaying above me, her sex-glazed eyes were riveted on the huge tip of my cock as she lowered the dripping, gaping, hair-ringed lips of her cunt down onto its bulging tip.
"Ahhh ... so powerful! So ... huge. ... A giant cock among cocks. ... My cunnie trembles with lust and want as I ... AAEEIII....It enters me! YES! OHHHH....YESSSS!" I felt my glans enveloped by taut, slippery walls of hot, pulsing cunt. She grunted with savage lust and bore down with all of her weight, driving the enormous shaft of my cock deeper, deeper and deeper into her hungry little cunt. Finally, her full, bellowing buttocks rested on my thighs and my cock was buried to the hilt in her spasmatic little vagina.
"Now ... this Chinese woman will show the Occidental bull how an Oriental woman can fuck the hot coiling seed from a man's core...." she grunted with savage lust and commenced rotating her ass and cunt in slow, wide circles. I could feel the head of my cock massaging the rippling, spasmatic walls of her tight, slick cunt as she rotated that wild cunt of hers in faster and wider circles. It made the juicy hot walls of her vagina feel like an enormous mouth rubbing and stroking my cockhead like a giant tongue.
After several moments she combined the wild rotating motion with up and down lunges. My semen literally boiled at the base of my scrotum as wave after wave of electric sensual pleasure throbbed through my brain and cock. Her eyes were like blazing walls above me and her long black hair brushed my face and chest as she whipped her head around in savage lust.
"Fuck me, you big western stallion! Ream this Chinese whore's delicious, throbbing cunt ... deeper ... yes....OHHH....THERE....MY EASTERN CUNT DEVOURS THE WESTERN ORGAN OF EVIL....AHHH ... THE GIANT IS BEING DEVOURED BY THE FEMALE DRAGON CUNT ... QUICKLY NOW ... COME! LOOSE THE HOT JUICE OF YOUR CORE...." she cried, bucking up and down the gleaming length of my shaft.
Numbed with lust, I didn't see George until he was already kneeling astraddle my legs, just behind her bobbing, bucking ass. He was naked and his short, thick cock was swollen to steel-hard rigidity. For a split second I imagined it plunging with vicious power into the hot, pulsing cunt hole of his wife Joyce as she screamed with delight and lust. The image, combined with Madame Sung's lunging sheath, produced a searing, roaring savage surge of fuck-lust in my sex-crazed brain. I arched my back and drove upward into the pounding, searching cunt of this Chinese nympho.
As I lunged he made a motion. I didn't understand it ... then I did! The bastard was crazy ... he'd rip her apart....Fuck it. It was his funeral!
I reached up and pulled her swaying bouncing tits against my chest. Her ass lilted upward, her butt cheeks spread apart and George plunged his thick, steel-hard cock deep into her asshole.
"YEOOWW...!" she shrieked with pain as he drove his cock deep into the tight anal orifice. "NO! THE PAIN ... NOOO ... CEASE OR I'll
"You'll what, you slant-eyed bitch! Tell your mini-cocked husband that you've been ass-fucked by an American," George gritted through clenched teeth as he levered his enormous organ deeper and deeper into her protesting asshole. "No! I don't think you will, Madame! Now just relax your little asshole and enjoy the delight of two cocks fucking your hot, itching holes of joy ... there ... yes ... that's it. My cock can move in your asshole now ... fuck, you Oriental cunt, fuck hard!"
Sweat dripped from her forehead and her eyes rolled like a frightened animal but within seconds she began to beg for it as her core was being reamed by two huge cocks in two holes. I could feel the ridge of George's cock move inside her anus as my own organ slid in and out of her rippling, convulsing cunt hole.
It was a wild,, unbelievably erotic sensation. It was doubly so for Madame Sung. Her lush, ripe butt cheeks rolled, bucked and rocked as she grunted with animal-like pleasure.
"FUCK, FUCK....DEEPER JACK.... DEEPER GEORGE....AHHHHH....YESSSS ASS-FUCK ME HARDER ... MY CUNT.... JACK ... AAAIIIEEE...." Her body shuddered and vibrated as the surging shocks of a powerful orgasm erupted in her tiny, flailing crotch and belly.
My own come erupted into her dilating cavern of juicy cunt meat just as George roared his passion and lunged deep into her hot, tight asshole and loosened the hot, searing seed from his balls into the convulsing depths of her core.
It was a full five minutes before we disengaged ourselves from the tangle we collapsed into after the triple orgasmic climax. Madame Sung's tiny fingers fondled my juice-covered cock lovingly with one hand while she fondled George's large balls with the other.
"My cunnie will be quite sore for many days," she cooed, "and I will not have a comfortable bowel movement for much longer. Yet I have no complaint. This evening has been the apex of my life. American women are most fortunate to have males with such glorious cocks. It will be many years before I can expect to feel the powerful glory of such instruments again. I am truly in the debt of you western stallions. The women of China shall be told of this wonder." George looked at me and winked. We'd done it up right. Besides, I now was more than an ordinary employee. George and I were asshole buddies. Three weeks later, George called. "Jack, I know you haven't forgotten Madame Sung; have you?"
"George," I chuckled, "how could I forget her. ... I'll never forget her as long as I live. If you weren't such a dedicated person we could team up and double fuck again ... your choice, of course."
He laughed. "Maybe we will, Jack maybe we will. But at the moment I think you should be prepared to accept a truly Chinese gift. Madame Sung has been very generous to me by letting the State Department know of her delight with our services. Looks like Uncle Sam is laying a good-sized grant on the Institute quite soon. I'm sending her gift to you over right away. Bye, Jack!" He hung up before I could ask about the gift.
Thirty minutes later the door chimes rang. When I opened the door my eyes beheld one of the most beautiful, young Chinese females I'd ever seen.
"Jack-san? Yes?" she asked demurely, with her beautiful, slant eyes downcast.
"Yes, but I...." I stammered.
"My name is Su Lin. I am a gift to you from Madame Sung," she murmured and entered. "I am to be yours for life and please you in every way. That is the custom of our country and I am indeed fortunate to serve Madame Sung in this manner. She has been most generous in her choice of a gentleman for me to serve." Her eyes scanned my frame with boldness and frank appraisal. "Madame Sung has praised your powers of lust and pleasure, Jack-san, and, as most fully sexed females, I am anxious to experience the pleasures of .which she spoke."
I was too stunned to speak for a full sixty seconds. Jesus! What was I going to do with a human gift! It would be like having a kid around. The last part of her statement still hadn't penetrated my bewildered brain. When it did sink in, I was even more bewildered. This girl couldn't possibly be more than fifteen years old, but she talked like a Chinese whore.
"Yeah ... well ... Su Lin ... that's your name? Well, look, honey, I appreciate the thought and I'm flattered, but I just can't accept. You're only a child!"
"In China, a female of fifteen summers is married and with child before she comes to the sixteenth summer." Su Lin countered, a little angrily. "Do I not please your eyes?"
She had me there! She was a fuckin' sex-pot. Long, black hair, beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, full rich lips and a very large pair of breasts; at least they were large by Chinese standards, and absolutely delicious by my own. The snugly fitting knit slacks were very well-filled by her ripe, rounded thighs and a succulently lush pair of full, firm buttocks.
"Okay, Su Lin! You win! But let's get one thing settled. I do as I please; I come as I please ... and I...."
"You fuck who you please," she interrupted. "Is that the correct expression?"
"Yes! Where did you learn...."
"Madame Sung was quite detailed in' her recounting of her visit," Su Lin giggled. "I am most intrigued by her description of the size and shape of the Occidental organ. Is it really so gloriously large?" She pressed against me as she spoke and I felt her small fingers close over the bulge in my slacks. "Ah! She spoke the truth!"
Before I knew it we were naked and in bed.
Su Lin's soft, lush breasts pressed against my chest and her succulent nipples made a dent in my hot flesh.
"Mmmm ... it is a marvelous member, Jacksan," she cooed. Her nimble fingers glided up and down the length of my engorged cock with expertise and amazement. "It is so much larger than the organ of my countrymen ... and thicker, too ... I love the power of it ... the pulsing ... so magnificent!"
She rolled over me and straddled my thighs. My cock was w-edged in the nubile, firm lips of her young cunt. It was damp from the juices of her core. She was aroused. Shit! Why not!
"Squat above me, Su Lin, so I may view the delight of your womanhood," I commanded.
She obeyed with deftness. My eyes beheld the most succulent of cunts; young firm, pink and glistening with the juices oozing from her cunt hole. She had very little pubic hair, which served to make the soft, swollen labia of her cunnie more starkly lewd. Bisecting the gaping pinkness of her moist furrow a rather large ridge pulsed and throbbed. At the lower end, a pea-sized bauble of light pink flesh gleamed like a small pearl. Her clitoris was both small and succulent. She gazed down at me with her soft, full lips slightly parted and her black eyes gleaming with desire.
"May I now have your wonderful cock in my cunt?"
I nodded.
Grasping the base of my hard shaft with careful fingers, she watched with hypnotized delight as she guided the large knob of my phallus into the center of her cunt hole. As my organ slid into the sopping, hot sheath my balls trembled with desire and lust. She huskily murmured her joy and sank downward until she had the entire length of my cock in her cunt.
"Aiee! It is so magnificent ... so powerful ... my cunnie trembles with joy and pleasure. ... Madame Sung was correct ... we Chinese women have been cheated ... aahhh ... it moves in me like a lustful dragon of desire. ... Yes. ... YESSS!!"
In smooth, fluid rhythm she glided up and down on my surging cock until she began to whimper and moan with desire As the deliciously supple muscles of her cunt opened and closed about my cock, I commenced to soar upward in the grip of the powerful wave of lust and desire. I wanted to fuck this Chinese nymph! Fuck her hard and savagely. Quickly, I rolled her beneath me, slipped my hands under writhing butt cheeks and clutched them viciously. With powerful thrusts I lunged viciously into her cunt hole, fucking her with long, deep savage thrusts. My cock was met by her equally frantic lunges as she bucked and thrust upward to drive my rampaging cock deeper and deeper.
"Ah ... AHHH YES....FUCK ME, FUCK SU LIN. ... DEEPER ... HARDER.... AHEEE....MY JUICES ... THEY COME.... NOW! NOW!"
Her cunt muscles closed and opened in a quick series of spasms as the onslaught of her orgasm turned her hot, slick cunt hole into a powerful convoluting mass of spasming fingers, milking, urging, forcing the hot gusher of my thick cream from my balls into her hungry cavern of lusting cunt meat.
"UGGHHH ... TAKE IT, BABY ... TAKE ALL OF MY THICK, HOT COME.... AAAGGHH....!" Searing flashes of hot, roaring lust washed my brain in waves of delicious sensual joy as my hot semen gushed into her hot core in quick, powerful spurts! Her cunt gulped the entire load and then rippled with little spasms as she milked me dry.