It was almost as if I were under a spell, unable to stop touching her. Were this a cartoon the imprint of her sexy foot would be in my face. I hear her gulp loudly, swallowing my load. With a renewed vigor, Tomoko began slapping me, hitting me in the balls. But she couldn’t hold it back. I wasn’t sure. She was blubbering and crying something fierce. Poor baby. #
It was the last day of my stay in Japan. Not me though. For weeks she was the object of my every fantasy. She weeped a lot. Beautiful Tomoko. And yet I couldn’t get her off my mind. With a strong yank, I pulled the sweater up, revealing her beautiful tits nestled snugly in her bra. I’d take pictures of her with my phone. No interruptions now. She felt cold, like a fire had been extinguished.
