I usually feared hurting her. I had tried to stretch her asshole with a steady regimen of butt plugs that I gradually increased in diameter, but even so, she was still tiny back there. This weird connection had existed from the very start, though I never understood why we shared one. The lubricant fully coated the entire area. She took me all the way in without any resistance whatsoever. “I am pleasing you.” A statement, not a question. I slipped down her throat without difficulty. She had a Japanese woman’s body and face, but a Western woman’s mind. “Because you are an oversexed black man who is happiest when having sex with his Japanese woman.”
Bingo! “Oozing mouths and vaginas are for the movies. All too soon, I reached maximum depth. I sat on it, in the corner of the L-shaped furniture. Her whimpers were a thing of the past.
