And we aren't making love. Or even just having sex. This is good old-fashioned, raw, reckless, uninhibited fucking. Just like he likes it. And just li...ke I've come to as well. He looks at me with unapologetic lust, and his stare is unfaltering. He digs into my very soul with icy blue eyes that both terrify and captivate me. The same eyes that wouldn't leave mine the moment we met. The same eyes that have blatantly refused to leave my mind ever since. And the same damn eyes that still haunt my. The head was so big she felt like it was going to rip her apart. He reached in the drawer and grabbed a tube of lube and graciously let her put some on it. Now the head started to slip in much easier but it was still an awful lot for such a small pussy to take in. As it stretched her tiny pussy further then it had ever been before the rest of the head made it in, almost with a pop. He told her, “Don’t use your hands. Put them back on my balls and ass. You don’t need help. Just sit down on that. ”“Pardon me for being blunt, but that sounds a bit racist.”“In Japan, cultural purity is important. Without it, society would descend into chaos. We also don’t allow many permanent immigrants, and very few can become citizens. The government recently allowed people from Peru and Brazil who are of Japanese ancestry to immigrate. From what they taught in my class at school, I think less than 1% of the population of Japan is non-Japanese.”“Wow.”“Japan was a closed society for a long time before. Who wears a bathing suit anyway? Not me!” And with that he dropped his shorts exposing a rather large and long flaccid cock. Mine is a good healthy 6 ½” long and nice and fat but I swear his must be at least 9” or 10” long and almost twice as fat around as mine. He kind of groped his package a bit then turned and ran towards the water blurting out, “LAST ONE IN GETS FUCKED IN THE ASS!”“Wow! He’s a bold one, isn’t he?” I asked her.“Yeah,” she said, “He’s always been quite bold about shit like.