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An Ending? Or A Beginning? It was my fifth visit to see you before I knew you were then one. You were the source of all my pleasure and my pain. I knew I could never leave your side again. I had arrived early and prepared the hotel room for when you got fucking asian chics off work. I had planned on driving over and surprising you but somehow you already knew I was here. I had just stepped from the shower when the knock to my door came. I called out to see who was here fucking asian chics but no answer came. I moved to the door and as I looked through the glass I smiled opening the door as fast as I fucking asian chics could. “Anthony, how did you know?” I say moving back from the door and look down almost ashamed you found out before I was ready for fucking asian chics you. I kneeled as soon as the door was shut, not quite ready for fucking asian chics any on lookers to know just what fucking asian chics I share with you. I felt your hand move through my hair and I knew your were not upset with me. I had come 900 miles once more to see you and be with you. I belonged to you or so I had hoped. “Stand up and go get dressed as I asked of you.” As I stood up I looked upon your face seeing the growing desire behind your eyes. Just as I was about to move away to dress your hand caught me and drew me into a heated embrace. I could still taste the Pepsi and Marlboro’s on your lips. I felt you hand reaching through my hair pulling a handful back until my neck was straight, Just when I thought you would push me away I felt your teeth enter my right shoulder fucking asian chics and the heat of my center rising even more. You always seem to know when to pull back, perhaps it is the change of my breath or the rising musk scent from my center, but my climax is close. You push me away once more and I feel as though I will burst inside from my excitement. I move quickly to my suitcase and begin to lie out what you had wished me to bring. I look over to you waiting for your nod. “Bring them here, now.” Your command was not what I had expected; I lowered myself to the floor and crawled over to you. The black garter belt and nylons in one hand fucking asian chics, the black strapless bra in the other. I look up to you as I take my position before you. I do not speak I wait to see what it is you wish. You pull me up again by my hair and take the clothes from me. You spin fucking asian chics me around and slap my ass hard. The sting moves through me, soaking my center once more.