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MOVIE AREA DESCRIPTION: Kima is a pretty 18 year old Asian girl lives with her Aunt. One day at a restaurant, a man is staring at her through a window. He has a picture of a girl he knew which looks quite a bit like Kima. They strike up a conversation, Kima likes him and wants to fuck. She takes him to her Aunt's house, and on the mattress Kima gets undressed and they begin foreplay. First they lick and suck one another, 69 style, then Kima gives George an Asian blowjob. Then they being to fuck, different angles, close-ups, deep, hard penetration with lots of moans from teenager Kima. Lots of great high quality video. Kima is quite pretty and has a smooth, soft, feminine young body. And she naturally knows how to use it. She smiles as George's cum shoots over her face and into her mouth. A rather romantic video, natural sound, 1.5 Mb/s video, 352x240 resolution.
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| Look at this, it's Cat Mosby!" boomed a deep voice over noise and din of the club. I was threading my way across the room, weaving between people and moving towards the button-cute Asian asian love couples I had spotted at the end of the bar, but hearing my name being yelled stopped me cold. I recognized the voice immediately; I had seen the speaker when I walked in, but I had hoped he wouldn't recognize me. Apparently it wasn't my lucky night, and I turned with a resigned sigh, darling Asian asian love couples temporarily forgotten. "Hey George," I called loudly over the roar of voices and music. "Long time." "Fucking hell, long time bro," he replied in his deep, rumbling voice. He was leaning against the bar, facing the room, and was surrounded by half a dozen similar looking douche bags, an explosion of polo shirts, gold chains and popped collars. They were all looking around the club like they owned the place, tall and chiseled clones radiating arrogance, each with unhealthy orange tans and spiked hair that looked like a deep fried onion-blossom from a bad chain restaurant. George stood out from the pack, clearly the alpha douche bag, looming nearly half a foot taller than me, just few inches shy of seven feet, broad shouldered, muscles clearly visible though his comically tight shirt, gold chain around his neck and dangling from each wrist. I had no choice but to walk over to them and extend my hand in greeting, a casual handshake for an old acquaintance I hadn't seen in years. "Boys," George began, talking to the clones standing around him, "this is screwing Cat Mosby, played shooting guard with me in high school." They all greeted me generically, seemingly annoyed that my presence had interrupted their conversation about hair gel or MySpace or herpes or whatever guys like them talked about. "What the fuck you up to, Kitty Cat?" boomed George, taking a long pull from his overpriced imported beer and slamming the empty bottle down on the bar. The weary bartender gave him a scowl behind his back, but quickly replaced the empty with another full bottle. "First year of med school is taking up all my time, not a lot beyond that," I told him. "Grats on tomorrow, by the way." "Fucking A, gonna be the first time in the history school's retired a number, gonna be a large ceremony in everything, had to bring my boys up for it." George grabbed his full bottle from the bar paying no attention to the bartender whatsoever, and slammed half of it in one long drink. His friends mirrored the gesture, chugging along with him as if their arms were tied together with marionette wire. I noticed they all had identical rings on their fingers; these weren't just douche bag friends, they were douche bag teammates, guys he played college basketball with, half the roster of a team that made the Sweet Sixteen. Well, the white portion of the roster, anyway. "You coming tomorrow? Coach said the whole team was gonna be there." "Yeah," I replied distractedly. Over George's shoulder I could see the asian love couples again, and I had managed to make eye contact with her and gave her a smile, which she returned. "I'll be there, I can't stay long, but I'll be there." "Me and the boys figured we'd hit the town tonight, score some pussy, get fucked up. You should hang with us, we'll show you how the large boys roll." His buddies all laughed in sync, as if on cue. "I... I can't," I said, looking past George at the girl. "I can't be out late, I have a paper to work on, and exams are coming up, sorry." "Come on faggot, have a few." He motioned to the bartender and within seconds I found myself holding the same overpriced import as the rest of the douche crew. "I ever tell you fuckers about that bomb-ass small Jew bitch I fucked in the weight room before state finals?" All George's boys started laughing and nodding as if they'd heard the story dozens of times before. "That was screwing Cat's motherfucking girlfriend!" All the guys exploded in laughter, and I felt my face flush. "Shit, Cat, I never apologized for that, but fuck, bitch came up to me, what the fuck was I gonna do, tell her no?" He seemed to actually mean it when he said he was sorry, as much as someone like George could actually be sorry, but his crew was still cracking up. "It was a long time ago, George. No hard feelings." I didn't comment about the details he left out of his story, details like the 911 call, the police report, and the charges filed and eventually dropped under pressure from a school administration not wanting to see a trial. "To the old days," he roared, raising his bottle, and I nodded in agreement, clinking mine to his and those of his boys before taking a long drink of what tasted like carbonated skunk piss. I caught the eye of the asian love couples again and smiled at her, getting another smile in return. "Listen, George, thanks for the beer, but I've got to get going. I'll catch you tomorrow at the ceremony, okay?" George had noticed my look down the bar though, and he turned to look over his shoulder at the Asian girl. "You gonna make a move on that, Kitty Cat?" I sighed knowing where this was going, but nodded my head in affirmation. "Cat, bitch is out of your league. Boys, George is gonna show the Kitty Cat how we do it." His boys all broke out into laughter and slapped George on the back as he flashed me a sly grin and pushed through the crowd towards the girl. I stood there with his cologne-stinking crew and watched as he swaggered over to the girl. She was darling as hell, with a short pixie haircut and full pouty lips. A flared, pleated plaid skirt stopped mid-thigh, showing black fishnet stockings tucked into knee-high black boots, and the strappy scoop-necked tank she wore showed a tantalizing flash of creamy cleavage. We were too far away to hear what was being said, but I could see George motion to the bartender to bring them both a drink. The bartender quickly brought over two more beers, and George dropped a twenty on the bar without even looking up. He was looming close to her, easily a foot and a half taller than her and a good 200 lbs heavier, and at one point I saw him hold is hand up to show her the heavy gold ring on his ring finger. His boys mostly ignored me, which worked out nicely since I wasn't really interested in talking to them. Instead I watched George and the girl, curious how long the courtship would take. The answer was about two minutes. "Fucking dyke," was all he said as he came strolling back. "I saved you the trouble, Cat." He looked angry, his thick brow furrowed and dumb, dead oafish eyes tight at the corners. "This isn't high school," was all I said, taking a thoughtful sip of my beer. I measured my words carefully, balancing pushing his buttons with trying to not seem too pleased with his failure. "You can't score just because you're a large fish in a small pond." I should have added "Or because you've got her trapped in a locked weight room." His teammates all looked at me uneasily; they seemed surprised I had talked to their leader with anything but reverence. George just sneered at me. "You think you can do any better, you screwing nobody?" He held up his hand to me, gold ring glittering in the flashing lights of the club. "You manage to fuck that asian love couples and I'll give you my screwing NCAA ring." I just nodded calmly and drained the last inch from my bottle of fermented horse piss. "I'll take you up on that," was all I said as I shouldered my way past his crew and walked calmly across the bar towards the girl. She was still sipping the beer George had brought her, and she smiled when she saw me, happy I had finally made my approach. I didn't look back over my shoulder, but I knew that George and his boys all had their eyes on us. I leaned in and whispered into the girl's ear, touching her knee lightly with one hand. Her eyes widened for a moment, and she gave a delighted laugh. My hand slid up her leg slightly, grazing the flesh of her thigh where it disappeared under her skirt, and I leaned forward to whisper to her again. This time she looked at me thoughtfully a moment before giving me a gradual nod. I held my hand out to her, and she took it, taking a final sip from her drink before rising up from her barstool. George and his crew gave us an astonished look as we walked past them as I led her towards the back of the club and out the door into the deserted alley. The narrow space between buildings was empty, but in both directions people could be seen walking up the sidewalks on both sides of the alley. There was almost no light save for a few dim, flickering bulbs cased in filthy glass mounted to the building's exterior. I pulled the girl's hand, leading her over to a stack of pallets not far from the door. And then we were kissing, her hot tongue tasting of lime and alcohol. It wormed into my mouth, and she pressed her firm body tightly against mine. Anyone walking up the sidewalks on either end of the ally would only need to turn their head to see the two of us in the dim light pawing wildly at one another. "I need to fuck you," I hissed, sliding my hands down her body past her plump breasts and down to the gentle swell of her hips before finally coming to rest cupping her firm butt. She moaned like a an unintelligible reply as I attacked her throat, sucking the warm flesh into my mouth, tasting her skin. I slid my hands up her short skirt, fingers dancing across the soft flesh of her ass cheeks before finding her panties. Grabbing a fistful of material on each side, I gave a hard yank, ripping the flimsy fabric free of her body with a loud tearing sound. The asian love couples gave a gasp, shocked at my forcefulness, and pulled my face to hers again, kissing me so hard my full lips hurt. I felt her small, delicate hands fumbling for the zipper of my pants, and within seconds my hard penis was poking through the fly, head wet with precum. "Fuck me," was all she said as she pulled her lips from mine. Stuffing the shreds of her panties into my pocket, I grabbed the back of her left leg and raised it up, her short skirt slipping up to her hips. She had locked both arms around my neck, and her back and shoulders were resting against the dingy pile of pallets. When I nosed my penis into her slit I found her sopping wet and slick, and I easily pushed forward inside her slippery cunt. "Aaahhh," she gasped at the rough penetration, eyes locked onto mine in the dim light of the alley. I drove forward as deep as I could, the fabric of my jeans were pressed tightly against her labia. The asian love couples kissed me again, driving her tongue forcefully between my full lips as I fucked up into her, forcing my dick as far inside her as I could. Her small body was crushed into the wood behind her, the rough boards digging into the smooth flesh of her bare ass where her skirt had ridden up her hips. I gave no thought to the nearby alley mouth, no thought to the fact that anyone turning their head even slightly would see us rutting up against the discarded pallets. All I thought about was this stunning asian love couples and how hot and tight and slippery her pussy was around my dick. I was starting to smell us, too, the scent of her wet pussy rising up over the dank smell of the alley, filling my nostrils with her musk. I continued to drive deeper and deeper inside her, the asian love couples muttering random words each time I bottomed out inside her womb, "Fuck, fuck, harder, fuck, deeper, deeper, screwing harder!" Her nipples had hardened into sharp points and were poking visibly through the fabric of her shirt, and I raised one hand up to her breast and began to roughly roll the cherry-sized nub between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand I slid around to butt and into the cleft of her ass, sliding it between her skin and the splintered wood of the pallet. She gave a sudden jerk against me as my finger found tight asshole and wormed inside. The wood pallets were beginning to creak ominously as I drove my dick forward into her, but I couldn't stop, I couldn't slow the pace. "I'm not going to last long," I told her, feeling my orgasm approach. I switched to her other nipple now, tweaking it with one hand as I thrust the index finger of the other knuckle-deep into her tight anus. "Don't stop," she gasped, milking my dick with her internal muscles. "Cum up me, screwing cum." As she squeezed me with her pussy her asshole also tightened around my probing finger, gripping me snugly as she was doubly penetrated. That was all I took, and I thrust deep inside her pussy, the metal teeth of my zipper grinding into her soft flesh. I could feel my penis expand as it exploded, jerking and twitching as I fired squirt after squirt of cum inside her, splattering her cervix with seed. The top two pallets in the stack toppled over, falling to the asphalt with a loud clatter on the opposite side of the pile, and at the mouth of the alley people were stopping to see the source of the noise. Twice more I gave forceful, shuddering thrusts up into her, pushing my cum as far inside her as I could, and leaned down and kissed her again. There were half a dozen people stopped on the sidewalk, leering down the alley. We remained locked together like that for a full minute, my dick gradually softening inside her. Finally I released her breast from my grip and carefully pulled finger out of her stretched asshole. Holding it up, the asian love couples took the digit into asian love couples, sucking the flavor of her ass off my digit with a wicked grin. With a final squeeze of her pussy my dick popped free of her tight hole, and I staggered backwards, knees weak. She flashed me a look of victory, eyes shining fiercely in the dim light of the alley as I stuffed my wet penis back into my pants. Seeing me zip up, she dropped her skirt back into place, smoothing it down as best she could. I took the girl's hand and led her back to the club door, and with the show obviously over the crowd at the alley mouth began to disperse. George and his crew were still standing near the bar, talking among themselves when we walked in, their orange Oompa Loompa skin glowing in the house lights. They fell silent as we approached, their conversation grinding to a halt. Even the bartender paused what he was doing to watch the exchange. "I believe we had a bet?" I said quietly, holding my hand out to George, palm up. "Fuck you," was all he said, sneering down at me. "There's no way you just fucked her." The asian love couples rolled her eyes at George and let go of my hand. She reached down, sliding it up her smooth thighs and up out of sight beneath her pleated skirt. The guys with George just stared. After a few seconds she withdrew her fingers and raised her hand, fingers glisteningly wetly. With a quick flicking motion she splattered a thick clot of cum across George's face, a long ribbon of jizz stretching from one cheek, across the bridge of his nose and up across his eyebrow. He didn't even move, he just blinked stupidly like a cow about to be hit with a hammer. His teammates recoiled from him like he was radioactive, identical looks of horror painted across their faces. "Tell you what, George, I'll just get that ring from you tomorrow." The asian love couples took my hand in hers, and we worked our way towards the door, George and crew still standing at the bar in stunned silence. We had nearly reached the door when I heard someone calling out "Hey, hey," and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see the bartender, a huge smile on his face. "Sorry for chasing you down, but I saw very asian love couples much that whole thing. I just have to ask, if you don't mind... what exactly did you say to her?" The asian love couples spoke instead, leaning forward to be heard over the din of the club. "He said 'You're the most stunning asian love couples in this place, and the day you agreed to marry me was the happiest day of my life.'" She held up her hand for the bartender to see, the one she had used to splatter George with my cum, a large diamond engagement ring glittered brightly in the dancing lights. |