Chinese Brunette Model Ranako Fucks With The Photographer.

Had my love been a freaking placeholder? “You were going to ask me?”

“To marry me, yeah,” I said, donning my socks and shoes. It’s been a minute.”

“Yeah. I grew up in middle-class, upstate New York as one of four children to an architect mother and a musician father—well, step-father. “You’re not? A childhood, two more half-siblings, and a college education later, I found myself in New York working as a financial analyst for a firm. A smile crept across my face as I enjoyed watching the juxtaposition of me forcing her down into the bed with one hand pressed firmly against her back while I pulled on her hair with the other. I reached up with my other hand and wrapped it around her throat. She hesitated and looked at me. Everything alright?” He asked, his tone taking on a note of concern. My actual dad skipped out on my mother the moment the stick turned blue.