It would be several years before I met the lover who would introduce me to Cyrus, my present-day master and current boss. On the path to that fateful ...eeting, I’ll share the encounter that marked my confident arrival as a femmeboi submissive. It didn’t involve any online meetings or swiping left. It was an old-fashioned hookup that started in a gym.I’m often in the gym when I travel, although I tend to emphasize tone and cardio rather than building muscle. I was meeting clients on the West. She wrapped her naked body in a towel and put her hair up in a bun. Just as she was about to leave her room for the bathroom she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror hanging from the back of her door. Julie loved the way she looked and she knew she was gorgeous. She had blonde hair that went just a little past her shoulders and had an hour glass shape that would put Marilyn Monroe to shame. The only problem was her tits. They were small with puffy nipples and hardly an A. Todo un logro. Al rato la musica cambio para las "lentas" (no como ahora que todo es bacalao de otro costal), me agarro la mano, con una mirada penetrante de su preciosos ojos me susurro que bailáramos agarrados. Comenzamos a bailar no muy juntos pero a medida que bailábamos y hablábamos, nuestros cuerpos se pegaban cada vez más... sus hermosos pechos (no he vuelto a ver otros tan perfectos, tiesos, grandes y duros en mi vida) presionaban sobre mi pecho, rozaban, sentía sus pezones duros, a. GGGAAAHHHHHH." Asia's screeching wail filled the room as Max's engorged shaft drove hard and deep into her waiting pussy. Juices squished out of her hole as his piston filled all the available space. Each time Max drove his hips forward, Asia slammed her ass backwards. The dual action forced the cock into the hot depths of her cunt on every stroke. The head hit her cervix and womb sending electric shivers of pleasure through Asia's body. When her husband pulled his shaft out, it sc****d over.