Race never meant anything to me, other than to relish in the beauty of the variations this wonderful world has to offer.
It’s like a ride on Small World for my libido, always unable to quench the thirst of the feminine form, and in all its variations, I see with crystal clear vision the beauty in each flavor of ice cream.
Asian women. So classic in their beauty. So graceful and innocent in their stunning. So wife-worthy. So fucking gorgeous it kills me.
An Asian woman, if I have to stereotype, says to me some things that are very important to me: clean, very clean; smart, very smart. In my experience Americanized but still hanging onto some old-world values of respect, honor, and unfortunately sometimes the male-glorifying secondary status in the culture of Asian yesteryear. I have always wanted to show an Asian woman who dealt with that nonsense her worth is so much more. Come sit on this lap and let me show you the world you created.
But my experience in the Orient is limited. Still, I ache for the day I have an Asian girl peering up at me, lips around my cock, batting her eyes and completely unaware of the Monsoon that is going be raining down on her in no time. Neck and hair yanked. Ass, taint, and pussy licked like it’s a scoop of ice cream on a hot day.
Spitting her with intense anger and passion hearing the moans and screams from within her tiny frame.
Just enjoying my ride through her Small World After All.