Chapter 8

I was settling in. Having followed Dr Martin’s blueprint, I now had 18 Asian women employed in my new department at Monash University. I only needed another 7 for my target of 25. My only problem was how to organise a sexfight between the Filipina, MeryLu, and the Korean, Cho. Both were under the impression that they were the chosen one for the sole position of my PA. A sexfight would decide who my PA would be. Yes, I was sure that the late Dr Graham Martin would approve of my steps to emulate him and would also have the answer to my problem.

So, I opened another random file from his memoirs that I had found in the second-hand desk that had belonged to the great man and started reading. It was labelled ‘Eating in Singapore’, and I became lost in his words, hoping to pick up new insights. So that you can share this experience from the late 1970s with me, I post it as though I was reading.

The plane landed at Changi Airport, Singapore and after passing through their efficient customs I saw the uniformed driver holding the sign with my name on it and soon Elena and I were on the way to Four’s mansion. Four was his nickname and short for four eyes and the glasses he wore. He was my closest friend from my last 2 years at school and Uni. Mainly because he was even more of a non-athletic nerd than me and made me look better. In my opinion, he wasn’t as handsome either, though many said we were so far at the bottom of the list when good looks were handed out so it didn’t matter.

Four, or more properly, Zhi Ng, was a Chinese from Singapore, who had lived with my family in the caravan in the driveway of our Melbourne house when he studied in Melbourne. He not only obtained his Master’s degree with first-class honours but did enough of my assignments for me to scrape through and achieve a bare pass, before I happened upon the married Dean fucking his secretary when I was breaking in to alter my student records. From that time, I did not need to study in my ascent to the top. After Four graduated it was back to Singapore for him, working the Singapore grind: work hours of 8.30am till 9, 10, 11pm or whenever the job was finished. But now as a successful business tycoon, he was only worried about the quality of the meals at the Raffles.

I hadn’t seen Four for years, but some business interests which involved ideas I gave him, the different tax rates between Singapore and Indonesia, counterfeit cigarettes and cosmetics, fast boats at night and payments to Indonesian customs officers in the Bengkalis, Battan and Dumai region had made him very rich, which still made him a friend as far as I was concerned.

So, I was overseas for pleasure itself, not, as usual, my pleasure plus using my fraudulently acquired qualifications and underserved University and Government positions to make money for me. Yes, I was in Singapore to catch up with my old mate Four and his wife and catfighting protege of 15 years, Li, and match her against my current PA, the Filipina, Elena.

Elena was 37 years old, solid and slightly portly, short-haired, round-faced, big-bellied, thick thighed, large-nippled, 5 foot 1, 35C 29 36 and in love with me, or at least the money that her position as my PA, that had been gained by her sexfighting ability, gave her. She was not the classiest woman and her hot pants (remember this was the 70’s) and braless crop top had the Indonesian Muslim women transiting through Singapore en route to Mecca tut-tutting and elbowing their husbands in the side when their eyes strayed.

I looked out the car window and reminisced about my student holidays visiting Four. As everyone knows, Singapore girls are only interested in the size of your wallet not the size of your cock, and definitely didn’t put out for penniless students like Four and me. So, each Sunday we would be at the shopping malls to size up the flood of Filipina and Indonesian domestics pouring in on their one day a week off. For a very small outlay like a meal at McDonalds and a promise of some Singapore Dollars or a job, we would have a few back at Four’s parents’ apartment. Luckily, they worked 7 days a week so it was vacant on Sundays.

Those were the days. We were young and could cum as often as a telemarketer’s phone call. It was at the hands of these Filipinas and Indonesians we both developed our interest in mature Asian women, and, as our confidence in what they would do increased, both sexfighting and catfighting. Four always had better taste than me and needed the servants to be good-looking and capable of intelligent conversation, even turning some down. Me, I went for quantity. Take it while you can. You never knew when the honey pot would dry up.

“What’s Four’s mansion like and more importantly what is Li like? Wouldn’t we be better off at a hotel?” Elena queried.

I smiled to myself. Four and I had a long weekend planned for both women that catered for our tastes and we had been planting the seeds for months. “Don’t worry. The house is a bloody palace and Li, his wife is a bit arrogant and snobby but drop-dead gorgeous: long legs, slim, cultured, and comes from one of the most respected Singapore families.” I could see her tense up. Slim, long-legged she was not and her sophistication ended when she left school after year 6. “Anyway, if you don’t get along, the house is big enough to avoid her and her friends.”

Meanwhile, Four at his house had been dropping hints about Elena’s larger tits and sluttish looks, playing on Li’s insecurities about her small tits and her cultured, cold upbringing.

Two hours later the Ford Laser taxi (Aussie made and exported) dropped Elena and me at the gates of Four’s mansion and the driver drove off swearing in Hokkien when he discovered why Australians are known worldwide as the smallest tippers. The uniformed guard with 2 rottweilers straining at the leash escorted us up the driveway to the palatial mock Grecian entrance. Four had grown out of luxury apartments and now needed to make a statement.

Four and Li greeted us. Fuck, how could it be? The bastard still looked young, slim, smooth-skinned and with a full mane of strong black hair. Contact lenses had replaced the glasses. I tried in vain to suck in my large gut and ran my hands through my thinning, disappearing hair. Christ, I used to be the one that pulled the chicks for him. Li was draped in skintight designer slacks and top and towering heels that revealed both her wealth and her slim, taut body: ten years younger than it should be.

Early on, when Four had taken her to watch the underground apartment catfights in Singapore, she had taken to the scene like a duck to water, eager to please. Over the years, she had dozens of matches against other Asian women, from housewives to hookers Four hired to try and take her on. About five years ago, they did a Fight Tour of China, taking on seven or eight of China’s best catfighters in clubs and apartments from Shanghai up to Beijing. In match after match, Li emerged victorious, her foot planted on her opponent’s face, arms raised in victory.

Five years ago, she was the first winner of the Bintan Jyukujyo Classic, the first Asian amateur women’s wrestling championship for mature women organized by the famous American promoter, “Miles-The JobberKing”. She had defeated Nancy Poh with whom she had a long rivalry on the underground circuit into submission, confirming her status as the top mature catfighter in Singapore. Nancy and Li traded the belt twice more in a sexy bitter feud that sometimes spilled over into sexfights. Now 32, she didn’t wrestle as often but picked her opponents with care and deliberation for the best quality fights. Locally, she was known as the Cold Dragon.

In a millisecond both women sized each other at their first meeting and didn’t like what they saw. Li smiled at me, hugged and kissed me warmly and intimately, and then dismissively said in the general direction of Elena, “Send your servant to the domestic’s dormitory while we wait for your wife, Graham.”

Elena rubbed up against Four, wrapped her arms around Four and stood on tiptoes so her hot shorts rode up her strong buttocks and pressed her body and tits against him and looked at Li. “It’s okay, Four can show me there because he told Graham he goes there each night unsatisfied wanting some real pussy: Filipina pussy.”

Four and I smiled at each other. It was a better start than we had hoped for and three minutes later we were separating the 2 spitting, hissing women. It continued for the rest of the evening. At dinner, Elena had her tits almost laid out on a plate in her halter neck with her nipples as hard as granite, and Four was getting dirty looks from Li every time he looked, and I still believe that some of his ogling was unplanned. Li highlighted Elena’s lack of knowledge of the cutlery when she bypassed the fish knife and attacked her fish with a spoon.

And so on and so on until Li “accidentally” put the wrong laser disc (remember those) in the player and instead of the latest pirated Shaw Brother’s Hong Kong Kung Fu movie we watched Li slapping around one of the Filipina domestics before she arse fucked her with a dildo. She laughed and said, “Not my highlights tape, just an easy victory against a Filipina country girl.”

Again, we had to break them apart, Elena holding her belly after a Li kick but brandishing a handful of hair. Acting as a UN peace force Four and I established the rules to settle who was best. The 2 argued about who should go first, so Four wrote some things on a piece of paper and held them while I shut my eyes and selected one. “Smallest panties,” I read.

Li smirked and wriggled out of her $4500 slacks. My eyes popped out. I had only read about what I was seeing. She had a genuine Italian DiMacci thong. A gold-threaded, finest silk, 1-inch wide 3-inch-long triangle held in place over her cunt by flat gold chains that encircled her waist and disappeared between her arse cheeks.

“Nothing beats that,” she gloated parading her body.

“You’re right, NOTHING does beat that,” replied Elena ripping her hot pants off to reveal her naked, bare, shaven pussy. She had a very prominent pussy like most Filipinas, but hers was larger than most: about the size of a small coconut with thumb-thick swollen lips.

For the first event, Elena remembered what I had said on the plane and selected a contest which required one of the women to give the other woman’s man a blowjob while she was distracted by the other woman eating her. Then the positions would be reversed. The winner would be the woman who made the man cum in the shortest time. “I will blow Four first because he can’t wait, and then this bitch takes on my Graham and me,” Elena stated.

She unbuttoned the sitting Four’s trousers and knelt between his spread knees. Christ, had the man had surgery? I was sure I was bigger than him in the old days. Li lay on her back between Elena’s legs, lifted her arms and encircled Elena’s arse and attached her lips to Elena’s shaven cunt. The contest began. You might wonder why Four and I tried not to cum. Put that down to pride. Both of us wanted to show the other that he could resist longer and therefore his woman was better.

There was no subtleness in Elena. She sucked her fingers to make them wet and hand-jobbed Four’s cock into a hard-on. Quickly she took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could and her head went up and down at the speed of a DVD being played in fast forward. Li was no slouch either and I could see her tongue working overtime on my Filipina’s shaven slit.

After 4 minutes Li had success as Elena lifted her head from Four’s cock and groaned as her belly quivered, “Shit, I’m cumiiiiiinnnng.”

Li lifted her cum covered face and encouraged Four, “Hold on Four, I’m controlling the Filipina bitch.”

Another 3 minutes later Elena broke off eating Four, lifted her head and growled her orgasm with a series of animalistic grunts. Her orgasm subsided and Elena continued her assault on Four, and 3 minutes later he was gripping the lounge with white knuckles, face contorted as he fought cumming when, “Ungh, Ungh Unnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Elena’s groans announced Li had brought her to another orgasm and Four gained temporary release as Elena’s dark body convulsed unable to maintain her cock sucking. However, 2 minutes later Four was involuntarily fucking my Filipina’s mouth before he screamed “Nooooooooooo,” and filled her mouth with his cum. I stopped the clock. “12 minutes 38 seconds.”

Positions changed we started and Li gave a long, sensuous lick of my cock from base to tip. Another, and it sprung to attention like the Guards outside Buckingham Palace. Then she took my hardened member in her mouth and kept swallowing and swallowing and swallowing. I had been expertly deep-throated many times before by a Vietnamese whore, a Thai mother and others, but never effortlessly like this. And then the sensations began as Li’s tongue and throat went into action. It was indescribable and I responded immediately. Then she opened her mouth and her tongue slid out and caressed my balls which were already touching her lips. Precum oozed into her mouth.

I looked into her eyes. She knew. I knew. We both knew that I was like a volcano ready to explode at any moment. Then the suction stopped and she pulled away, just enjoying Elena’s tongue on her clit. She shuddered with pleasure at her first and second orgasms. Why hurry when she could make me cum within 30 seconds? There were 9 minutes still to go and she was simply toying with me. Should I warn Elena? No, Li would simply blow me quickly, and I was enjoying it.

She took 2 more orgasms willingly, enjoying them, then looked me in the eye and the suction began again. She kept eye contact with me as she brought me to an inevitable orgasm. Suddenly her eyes widened with surprise. Elena had stopped tonguing her and thrust 4 fingers into her cunt, which was relaxed from cumming. As her body stiffened in surprise Elena opened Li’s arse with a thumb and two fingers causing Li to release me from her mouth and rear upwards and howl like a wolf. Quickly Elena used her advantage and increased Li’s arse penetration; first 4 fingers, then her fist. Meanwhile, the fingers of her other hand inside Li’s cunt and the thumb on the outside were weaving their magic on her clit.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” Unlike Elena’s grunts of pleasure Li forced cum was a high pitch whine.

She tried to go back to my cock but Elena worked her fist in Li’s arse like a piston and Li straightened upright only for Elena to give her pleasure in the cunt. Every time she tried to suck my cock Elena fist fucked her arse before returning to her clit. The minutes ticked by: 7,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. Elena had won but she kept it up for another 5 minutes before relenting and withdrawing her fist with a plopping sound, similar to that made using a plunger in the toilet. Then she smiled. It was victory time.

She spoke some words in her native Philippine Tagalog to the Filipina staff who returned with some opened cans. The guard appeared with the 2 rottweilers and instructed them that we were friends. When they left Elena laid Li down on her back, legs spread wide apart with a few cushions under the small of her back raising her pelvis off the floor. Soon her wrists were attached to the sofa and her ankles to the heavy dining table.

She spread the canned dog food over Li’s tits and belly in moist, smelly clumps. As she did the two 120-pound, 26-inch high guard dogs were already nuzzling Elena, saliva drooling from their strong jaws as they tried to get to the food. Elena stepped back and said to the dogs, “Din dins, time to eat,” and laughed.

Noooooooooooooo,” Li screamed and writhed as she realized what lay ahead. “Four, Stop her.”

Four shook his head, “You know the rules, the winner decides as long as there’s no blood or physical pain.”

Two long tongues stretched out and began wolfing down the dog food covering Li as she lay on the floor. Li had stopped pleading with Four and was whimpering as the rasping tongues quickly cleaned the mess of her tits and belly. The beast on her tit was seeking every bit and incredibly Li’s nipples were hardening as its rough tongue searched for the last morsels. Elena laid a trail to Li’s cunt before cramming the remainder of the can’s contents into the tied woman’s cunt. Then she turned her attention to the dog licking Li’s tits. Reaching between its legs Elena worked on its cock extracted the pink, pointed weapon from its sheaf and guided it to Li’s mouth.

Wide-eyed Li shook her head violently but Elena closed her fingers over her nose and when she opened her mouth to breathe, she guided the cock in and within a few seconds the rottweiler was making familiar ‘humping’ motions. The dog fucked fast and was unable to knot because of Li’s mouth size, but 5 minutes later 250 million to a billion sperm were choking Li.

Meanwhile, the other dog was eating at the mound upon Li’s sex mound. He first ate the juicier chunks, then licked the remains. He just couldn’t get enough of the food residue in and around Li’s cunt, and kept licking, licking, licking Li’s cunt. Deeper and deeper searching for more food. Li legs strained against the restraints and we all saw it happen: Li start to pump her cunt up and down against the dog’s tongue.

“Look at that. She wants to come so badly, she’ll let the dog fuck her. A dog fucking its bitch.” Elena gloated.

By now the dog had mounted the prone Li and slid its pink, unsheathed cock into her. Elena squatted on Li’s face and worked her cunt up and down Li’s face as the rottweiler fucked Li. It kept humping and its penis base swelled even more, then suddenly it stopped with his entire shaft inside Li. She felt the warm semen spurting inside her, the dog’s penis fully inside, still pulsing. The amount of semen in each jet increased, and the waterish and transparent appearance of it changed into a more whitish liquid which reminded me very much of human sperm. Just a few seconds later his penis reached such a size that the base of it was 5 times the diameter. With a howl and frantic push from the dog and a shriek from Li she was knotted. And with 6 times more jism than a man ejects having been released Li had received plenty.

As Elena wailed her orgasm as she facesat Li, I glanced at Four. Surely this degradation of Li was too much for him to accept. But his cock was swelling and Elena motioned to him to come closer and again took him in her mouth. She was giving Four a blow job as she ground her pussy into Li’s face while the rottweiler was knotted inside Li’s cunt. Elena’s free hand gave me a handjob and she soon had me cumming directing my flow into Li’s face as she rode it, using it as lubrication between her cunt and Li’s face.

Four lasted longer than me: I blame the long travel before he gave a groan and came again and Elena finished by moving off Li and letting Four’s cum dribble from her mouth over Li’s face so they were connected by long strands of cum. She picked up the DiMacci thong.

“This and the men belong to me. You have the dogs for the night.”

It was many hours before Li could lift herself off the rug on the floor where her Filipina opponent had so badly beaten and broken her. Her face was coated with a mix of Elena’s, my and her own man’s juices, while her lower body stank of the Rottweiler’s.

Her sobs of defeat and humiliation had long since subsided and she was eager to plan her revenge. She crawled on all fours up the palatial staircase to her personal boudoir. At the top of the stairs, she knelt, naked and shivering, listening to the sounds of pleasure emanating from inside her own bedroom. It was Elena’s shrieks, which told Li clearly that her opponent was claiming her prize. She heard Four’s own cries, that now familiar low guttural cry, and a wet smack, smack, smack. How well she knew that sound she had enjoyed so often.

Dazed and whimpering, she could not help herself and her hand wandered to her ravaged, sore pussy picturing the scene in there. She knew, as did all sexfighters, that this was the bed she had made and that this was the price of defeat. There had been times before when she’d had to lie there, her hands and feet bound, and made to watch as her man had to fuck her victorious opponent. But it made revenge sweeter.

As the cries inside the room rose and became even more intense, she felt her own cum begin to build.” nnnnnnnn ... p-puuu yaaaaaaaaoooo,” she whimpered, fighting to maintain her already shattered dignity. Biting her lip until it bled, she tried unsuccessfully to stem the pleasure of cumming at the sound of her opponent pleasuring herself. Her body shaking from her orgasm, she crawled into her own private chamber. The staff had drawn a hot bath for her and she fell in, gratefully letting the water envelope her and cleanse and heal, as she plotted her revenge.

It was the next morning. We were in the south garden where the circular rubber tatami, a regulation-sized sumo ring had been laid out on the lawn. Four and I were already clutching our eighth beers of the morning to keep from sweating, an impossible task as our naked bodies bronzed from the vicious kiss of the South China Sea sun.

Elena and Li stared balefully at each other from either edge of the ring, eyeing each other over and occasionally glancing at the biggest double-headed dildo they or even I had ever seen. It was to be a rare but not unheard-of double dildo match: this one fought with both women on their knees, arse to arse. The object of this contest was simple. Both women would grind each other into one of three outcomes: a screaming orgasm, a screaming submission, or one would be pushed out of the ring.

“OK,” Four intoned, as it was the event he had selected, and they stepped forward to face each other. Elena smirked, casually dangling the thong she’d captured from Li the night before and using it to mop her brow.

My reading was interrupted by the direct line from my Japanese receptionist Katsumi (See Chp. 5). As she spoke, my thoughts immediately switched to her. The ex-JAV actress would be wearing, as always, her JAV office lady outfit: tight, short black skirt, expensive black pantyhose and high heels, white blouse and tight, black jacket. But more so my mind lingered on her 32G bolted on tits. Tits that were modelled on Sakura Sena’s. and paid for by my department. Sakura was Japan’s first porn star and one of the first porn stars to feature extreme bolt-ons and well worth googling.

Katsumi said she had an unusual phone call on hold. It was on that special number and the woman was asking for Dr Graham Martin. I nearly dropped the phone. For nostalgia’s sake, I had one of our phone line’s numbers be that of the old Dr Martin’s and now someone had rung it. I quickly said I would take the call. An Asian voice speaking American English asked if I was Dr Martin.

I introduced myself and replied that the good Dr had passed away but, as I shared his vision, he had entrusted the department’s future into my hands. Well, I did share his vision so that part at least was true. She said her name was Yuliani Soekarnoputri and she was the wife of the new Indonesian Consulate General in Melbourne and explained that her aunt had held the position 15 years ago and given her this number. Ah, it made sense. The Philippines and Indonesia. Two Asian countries where political and government dynasties exist due to patronage, networks, wealth and in some cases, violence to hold onto power. For example, 70% of the Members of the Philippine Congress come from dynasties, and the Aquino clan has already produced two presidents and five senators since 1928.

I said our discussion was too important for the phone and arranged for lunch at Pondok Rempah, Melbourne’s most expensive Indonesian restaurant. Three hours later the waitress escorted Yuliani and me to the intimate private dining room where so many Australia / Indonesia government and business deals were finalised.

Yuliani was in her mid-30s, and like most Indonesians over 30 had a quite solid, softish body that featured soft-looking 32A tits. She had a round face and her shoulder-length hair, her light blue business skirt and blazer with white blouse and sensible court shoes were identical to any News anchor lady on the Metro, Global or RCTI Indonesian TV networks.

As we picked our way through the menu, she at first haltingly, then in a garbled rush, told me of her situation, and why she had phoned. Her husband the newly appointed Consulate General, Bagis Soekarnoputri, was 47 and apart from gambling his sole interest was 18 and 19-year-old women. She called them Ayam (Indonesian for chicken plus slang for prostitutes) and she was not in his plans. It fitted as I had done some quick checking before arriving and my department was flat out finding University first-year Indonesian students to satisfy his appetite for Ayam. He liked first-year students as they were not yet westernised and were still awed by his powerful position.

She almost cried as she hoarsely whispered how Dr Martin had helped her aunt who had faced a similar situation. Smiling to myself, I channelled Dr Martin. He would have been proud of me as I expressed amazement that her husband was not interested in her, how I could arrange an escort for her but she deserved better, how she stood out in the restaurant on so on. There were the usual half meant denials of what I said that I brushed aside before we went shopping for fashion suitable for a mature, sexy woman.

I had gone for a variation of the Dr Martin memoir I had been reading changing it to cumming twice, not once as he had organised in Singapore. To win, Yuliani had to make me cum twice before my employee, Ribka made her husband cum twice and vice versa. It had taken some persuasion to get Bagus to agree because he did not want to partner and therefore rely on Yuliani. I went for the carrot and stick. A big payment if he won and the veiled threat of cutting off his supply of Indonesian first-year university students if he did not compete. Plus, deep down I think he wanted to show me he was a better man sexually than a Westerner, i.e. me.

Two days later at 11 am, we arrived at their residence at the consulate. In typical Asian extravagance, It was an overkill. Three stories with tiled floors for just two people, huge surround sound movie set up complete with state-of-the-art Karaoke, a magnificently furnished lounge that wasn’t used but was for display only, and so on.

Yuliani opened the door and smiled nervously at me. This time she was dressed to kill: her 5 ft 5 inch, 125-pound body was poured into skin-tight white satin, hipster jean-styled pants cut so low her round belly was completely above the top of the pants with her hip bones causing a gap between the material and her lower belly that led enticingly lower. They were cut so low that either she shaved or had no pubic hair, but a closer look showed a small, shaped, black triangle outlined through the white material. Obviously, she shaved but not completely. Black, high-heeled, open-toed shoes and a semitransparent black bra completed her ensemble. Her hard nipples were visible distorting the front of each bra cup and if you looked hard you could discern the shape and size of her areola. And look I did.

Ribka, my Indonesian employee whom I had selected had also come prepared. A tiny halter neck plunged below her tits and from the side, it was possible to see more of her exposed breasts which were not only 2 inches larger than Yuliani’s at 34 were two cup sizes fuller: a C versus A. Her exposed gut was far firmer and gave her a 24-inch waist while her hips were also 34. A black, tight, very short, pleated cheerleader-type skirt and high heels about a half-inch higher than Yuliani’s completed her outfit.

“It must be sad getting older. Low heels, having to wear a bra and pants to cover cellulite in your thighs. But you’d know because it’s happened to you for years,” Ribka cattily said. “Now where’s the lucky man that gets my pussy tonight?”

Bagus appeared. He was short, thin, thinning on top and appeared to be more interested in his phone and his interrupted smoke because he soon started smoking his strong Asian cigarettes. You could cut the coldness between Yuliani and Ribka with a knife. To me, it was a bit surreal. Here we were in the same house trying to be normal and in a few hours we would be fucking each other’s partner trying not to come twice.

At 2pm the two women went to the bedrooms to prepare. Yuliani appeared from her bedroom wearing a white butterfly thong with matching bra and camisole. Ribka meanwhile had adjusted her halter top so her larger breasts were free and proud supported underneath by the halter top. Her short cheerleader skirt had been unbuttoned at the front so her shaved mound was visible. She was as sexy as any woman had a right to be.

Yuliani turned on some Indonesian Dangdut music and began to dance and gyrate through the room. Her hips swayed seductively: her eyes glistened with hunger. It was a contest and she was ready to partake to the maximum and win. She sashayed over to me where I sat on the couch and danced in front of me. I was already rock hard in the pants and rubbing my cock through my jeans as she moved: real slow, real sensual.

She turned around her back to me and slowly began to shake her full arse. Her body was quivering, her arse wobbling and inviting. She danced on wiggling her arse, bending over and sliding her thong to the side revealing her moist pussy below the small shaven black triangle of bristly, short-mown, pubic hair. She placed her hands on her arse spreading her cheeks apart. She gradually lowered herself down onto my lap and began grinding. The heat coming from her body was only inciting my own desire. She ground her arse in my lap making my cock scream for freedom and release.