Asian Seductress Teaches Me the Ropes of Submission

A forbidden romance blooms between a man and his enigmatic Asian neighbor who teaches him the true meaning of submission

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Asian Seductress Teaches Me the Ropes of Submission My new neighbor Ashley invited me to have breakfast with her sometime. I arrived at breakfast the next morning., Yes, I wanted to stare at Ashley. I wanted to once again soak up the sight of this beautiful Asian woman, and her heaving cleavage. I had looked at, admired, and masturbated to her body and tits every since seeing her move in next door. Ashley opened the door, I had barely sized up her extremely short and delicate robe when she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. I had to arch my hips to keep her from feeling my raging hard-on. But I did manage to feel those magnificently soft breasts mash against me. Oh, Goood! I thought when she stepped back. She had applied a full day's makeup. Her hair was radiant. And that robe! I stole a glance at her bare thighs and the promising pussy between them. It went only a little past her waist, and seemed to be glued to her perfect breasts, unable to conceal their full shape in anyway. Of course, her trademark cleavage was carefully hidden under the silk. But with luck, this robe would open easily. I found it impossible to take my eyes off her now. She moved through the kitchen, stretching and leaning in ways that seemed to psychically call out, "Fuck me." I wanted to answer those calls, but worked out my frustration by chewing my food. She seemed perfectly oblivious to her arousing state of dress. She acted like a caring hostess, but didn't make any comments or innuendoes to suggest she was trying to seduce me. She was a very hot sexy woman, and probably dressed like this to please all the time. …and then things took a turn

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