She approached the lone table that was still set with tableware and utensils. A single candle burned as its centerpiece. She looked at Philip. “Is this for me?” Philip nodded as he approached. “Yes, it is. I---I don’t know how your experience with the other men have been,” he began softly. “I don’t know if they….just got japanese right to the point. But anal I was hoping to make this night a little more special. I actually cooked something for you, I hope you’re hungry.” Amanda beamed him a bright, genuine smile. She kissed Philip on the lips, and the stoic Asian man was so caught off guard that he blushed. “How wonderful,” my wife told him in her most girlish voice. “I came to see you straight from work, so I Hardcore haven’t eaten dinner yet.” “Fantastic! Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable. I’ll go and get your meal.” As Philip disappeared into the kitchen, Amanda sat down and placed her cell phone on the table. She was smiling to herself, lost in her own thoughts and anticipation of the asian night. Philip quickly reappeared, carrying a plate of pasta, covered in a savory red sauce, with a slice of bread and a tall glass of red wine. He placed them carefully on the table before my wife, arranging everything meticulously. “So, your husband told me that you have a love of spaghetti, so I prepared a plate with my restaurant’s secret sauce. To bring out the flavor, I poured a glass of Italian red wine for you. I think you’ll find they taste fantastic together.” “You are so thoughtful! Thank you, it looks absolutely delicious!” Philip hesitated and suddenly looked embarrassed. “I…I was wondering if I could ask a favor from you?” Amanda’s eyes twinkled at him. “Yes?” Philip asked awkwardly, “May I feed you?” “That actually sounds very romantic, doggy style Philip. On the far side of the shore, she could just make out a person walking out their back door with a dog- a black lab maybe? “Yet still not as cute as their mother,” I said, giving her a kiss of her own. On reaching the entrance to the bathroom as Anju stopped, Satish came behind her and slipping her the glass, he placed his other hand over her shoulder. His partner lifted her skirt and situated her pussy doggy style at the slave’s mouth. “Good,” I panted, my dick throbbing. Of course it was only to tease, but then I heard Yvan in the headset saying: ‘the client likes her tits, he wants you to stick the steak knife completely through her tit: in one side and out he other side. Completely understandable. We got work to do. He had laughed a little and shook his head, "I'd take a relationship with the perfect woman over travelling the world any day, but the perfect woman is pretty japanese impossible to find." I cradled Billy's head to my breast, my pussy working up and down on his shaft. She then stands up excitedly, and walks to the back of the airplane. Mouth, crotch, chest, hands, all intermingling. The caretaker had installed an inexpensive, ineffective lock, no doubt thinking (for the most part, rightfully so) that no one would desire to break into this place of time-frozen sorrow and asian death. “Aww… Who says they can’t join in?” Alex smirked as he increased his speed even more. He paused confused, obviously unable to comprehend what a female that he kept dangling above the ground could possibly do. “I saw it in your head when we were joined.” Elena smiled affectionately, “You’re not like her you know; you can quit worrying.” Colleen threw a leg over the top of my hips. "I read your story." I have been SO turned on by every thought I have about where this could go in the future. “So, I suppose you’re gonna go tell all your friends how you fucked me in the shower now right?” she asked. They parted slowly, fondly. I dragged her panties up those lush thighs and covered her cute rump. “OMG, no,” I thought, “please don’t cum now.” Jean!. A clean old towel, some Kleenex, and of course some anal Vaseline. She wanted it. I suckled his puffy Hardcore dick head and stroked his big dong. Like James Bond. "Is it what you want?"