Asian Parade

“Oh, GOD!” I finally gasp, after catching my breath a bit.
“Damn you … the way you make me crazy!”
You laugh softly, “I like making you crazy. Do you want more?”
I look at you with glazed eyes.
“What do you think?”
I reach down and remove your hand from my cunt (noticing my
fingers are slightly cramped from their tight grip on the chair arms).
My juice is dripping from your fingers, and I lick the sweetness off
them, as I pull you up to me. This time you cooperate. I know you
want it, too. As I draw your mouth to mine, your body settles onto me,
fitting perfectly. Your bulging crotch presses against my swollen mound,
and you grind against me as our tongues caress.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper when we break our kiss.
“Do you want to go inside?”
“I don’t care anymore … no one can see … fuck me out here.”
You search my eyes to see if I’m serious. I am. I slide my hands
down to your waist. You lift up enough to allow me access and I unbutton
and unzip your shorts. Your throbbing cock is poking out from the top of
your briefs, and the pre-cum has created quite a spot on your shorts. I
push your pants (both pair) down just far enough to accommodate our needs,
which means about to the bottom of your sweet little ass.