“Please ... Your ... your seed ... Fill me.”“You can do better,” Clint growled and slammed into her. He stopped fucking her and instead stayed...buried in her orgasming cunt. “Make me believe your whore-cunt wants to be filled with my seed.”Her face contorted. “P-please, Clint-sama. Fill my pussy with ... with your cum! Fill my ... my whore-cunt with every drop of your spunk! I need it! I’m your slut! Just spurt in me.”“Okaasan...” I whimpered, smiling at the rapture crossing her face.Clint drew. ‘Good taste. How’d you like those?’
 ‘Thanks,’ she answered, tilting her head ever so slightly in his direction to acknowledge his friendliness. ‘One ice cube, please.’ He grabbed a glass, added an ice cube, and poured the contents of one of the bottles in it, then slid the glass across the bar to her. ‘A little liquid courage for you. Cheers, my dear,’ he said, and smiled broadly at her before moving down the bar to fill other orders. She sipped her drink slowly, trying to gather her courage. I banked on from the left and, bang on the half hour, that’s where she came from, in a taxi. I wondered why she’d done that but suddenly realised that she’d be wearing a sari again. At least, I presumed she would be, and so a taxi would be more practicable. She paid the driver and got out with a big smile on her face. She looked absolutely stunning, no other word for it. She was wearing cream shoes, very light and pretty ones, and a ravishing cream sari with gold bits in it and a matching. David half-filled two glasses with hefty shots of the dark amber liquidand handed me one."Michele you are one pretty lady if I may be so bold. And thatschoolgirl outfit is just as kinky as hell," he said grinning at mewith the confidence the way only men secure in their good looks seem to be able to do.He suddenly came over serious."Don't get me wrong; I'm no noncer or anything. I like to take my funwith adults not juveniles; it's just that I love trannies when they getdressed up in sexy.