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At the restaurant: she spoke only in Japanese to the staff, getting us a secluded booth, far in the rear of the dining room. Once settled in, she refused the menu, opting to order in her native language from memory.Being very impressed, I congratulated her, hoping that we wouldn’t get some crazy concoction of food. As the waiter left: she snuggled up next to me and began running her hands all over my outfit, admiring and caressing it with her gentle touch. As her hands reached my waist, she smiled and said that it seemed that I was enjoying myself, as my crotch was bulging from my engorged cock. Feeling the softness and squishiness of my crotch, she said,“Latex panties and lots of lube?”“Yes,” I shook my head.“Good boy,” she replied, “Hope you’ve got lots of stamina and are ready for a fun night, boyfriend.”With that she grabbed my cock through my latex pants, and began to slowly and deliberately massage my cock. She repeatedly masturbated me nearing the point of no return, stopping. "Four?" I asked, as calmly as I could."I knew you'd be... ahem... up to the task." Oh?"She nodded insouciantly and smirked. "But I'm glad you brought more."I looked at her with a strangled expression and she giggled."But we can only use one at a time," she said mischievously.She tore one of her foil packets loose, opened it, and removed the strawberry-flavored condom. She grasped my member and simply rolled the condom onto me, smiling wickedly the whole time. I stepped between her legs and kissed her. When I moved forward, she gripped my shaft almost painfully."Go slowly. I'm still very sensitive. Besides," she said with a lustful grin, "I want this to last a long, long time."I nodded and felt her position my erection at the opening of her pussy. I pushed forward slowly and she gasped as the head parted her labia. When my penis was properly nestled between her lips, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. I eased my hips forward and slid into her. She shuddered and.
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