“Dakota?” He asked. Dakota smiled at the awkward young man. "That's my name, and you must be Kit?” she asks as she walks in closing the door behind her. "My full name is Kitsune Cartaii." He said standing ramrod straight, showing true pride in his name. "May I call you Kit?" She asked dropping a bag on the floor, “or do you prefer Kitsune?” she asked. "Go ahead. Most people call me Kit anyway," he tells her. Hairy "Sorry about my appearance. My spin class went a bit too long, and I didn't japanese have time to shower... or change. Maybe later we can shower together." she suggests with a wink. Kit froze in shock at her suggestion. He had never showered with anyone, and his pants started to get tight in the crotch. "If...if you...you need to...to ch..ch..change, you can use...use my ro..oom.” he made fists with his hands working up some courage, “But only if...if I...I can watch” he said, the stutter he overcame back in middle school, Hardcore rearing it's ugly head as he fought to control it. As they walked through the apartment, Dakota said “Wow your place is a asian mess. I need to get started, don't I?” looking directly into Kitsunes' eyes. "I...I don...don't clean mu...much.” He told her. DDD...do ya...you...waa...waa...want to sha...sha...shower first? He asked. "Oh def after, when I'm hard fuck nice and sweaty. It's always better to get sweaty and dirty before you get clean,” she says giggling. The expression on her face changes, “Kit, relax. I'm just a regular girl.” She says putting her hand on his arm. “Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and relax,” she tells him. Kit closes his eyes and starts to inhale deeply as his nose is filled with a sexy earthy, lemony scent as a pair of soft lips press against his. Kit freezes as Dakota kiss him sweetly but with a touch of passion. Kit puts his hands on her upper arms and doesn't move for fear she will stop kissing him. After a few minutes, her lips leave his and Kit blinks several times, unsure what to do or say. “Now that we got that out of the way, you should be a little more relaxed, and calm,” Dakota tells him her hand resting on his forearm. Kit stood there trying to capture her scent again, as he looked at her. Lance opened the hatch and leaned in to pull out the Igloo “Ice Cube” cooler. He nodded. It amounted only to a benign curiosity, but there was a question in her expression nonetheless, something that compelled her to wonder. She made me feel as though my insides were on a rollercoaster. “Well, thank you,” I said with a smile. “I’m cumming Mommy, I’m cumming!” Instead, I’ve found myself mixed up in a submissive lifestyle that has me so hot for every word that comes out of Sir’s mouth (or computer message). I am asian a cock sucker. The olds will be out playing golf most of the day, so come round about 11. She hopped on the bed beside him. The little air coming in to my nose is thick with her smell. The leader surveyed the assembly as she made eye contact with every japanese person in the hall. Brandon stood stubbornly fast, his body radiating with blue light, the walls around him teaming with floral life of a thousand different colors. I want it all over my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to will Hardcore away the pain as blow after blow fell on my bum. She looked good as usual, her slim body dressed in a black zippered smock with sleeves to her elbows, black tights on her legs and black flats on her feet. I pushed myself up slightly from the mattress so I could keep talking. The girl’s head bobbed back and forth in response, entirely helpless, yet eager to hard fuck assist. Not sure I’ll stay in the hot tub the whole time, but, we shall Hairy see. “Today?” "NO! It belongs..." the leader started then began to howl out in pain. The next morning I watched the dark-haired youth, in his final year of college now, as he sauntered down the hallway like he owned it.