"It would depend on what part of the country you were in. In Beijing, you would partake of Beijing Dou Zhi. It's a kind of bean milk but it is made ou... of mung bean. Beijingers love the stuff. In Shaanxi and Henan Province you would be served Xi'an Hu La Tang soup. It is a very hot and spicy vegetable soup. Anywhere else in the country, you could find varieties of Dim Sum dumplings and some form of Lanzhou Beef Noodle soup. All these dishes would of course, be served with tea and possibly a. “Fuck”, I said, barely whispering. He began massaging my turgid member with one hand and pulling his own cock out with the other.I glanced over to see his six plus incher. His cock head was huge and sprawled out over his jeans was a smooth-shaven nut sack with huge balls and folds of skin, so unlike my own tight package.I have always envied and admired low hangers, and before my eyes was a great specimen. I mumbled something about his whole package and reached over to maul his smooth, loose. A warm, soft kind of pleasure irradiated outward from the worm inside me, and another one began to enter my mouth, then down my throat, just as the one before it had.I felt the first one enter my intestines, spreading its warmth as it went. Deeper and deeper within me, an indescribable sensation had me shivering with delight, a feeling which seemed to change slightly when the next worm followed. And more kept coming in. I didn't bother to count how many, but by the time the first one slowly. “Not yet, no, not yet,” she crooned. “Why don’t you cool off a bit and help yourself. I’m not nearly done with you yet,” she said and looked over her shoulder, flashing him a sultry smile as she brazenly spread her cheeks apart.Stephanie watched as the man descended to his knees and began to feast on Susan’s honey pot from behind. Her’ hips bucked as his face touched her sultry hole and she encouraged him to give her even more.“Yes, fuck yes,” she said with an uneven ragged voice. “Lick it!.