Her name was Rebecca.
I always melted at the sound of the Philipino accent.
It was an American accent bastardized with the soft lilt of islands lost in an archipelago of passion and poverty.
As cliche as this may sound...
Rebecca moved towards me, eyeing off the money on the table, large denominations of pesos were trying to muscle themselves out of the bag, and that seemed to get the Cebu born beauty into a frenzy of sexuality, then she hugged me.
She was wearing those black leotards, popular with Asians who had the booty that knew exactly how to fill them out - no folds of fat, maybe just a very defined camel toe.
Rebecca was wearing a black t-shirt. The cotton hugged her contours. Up close, it was like being among the Himalayas, from afar, you knew you just had to get closer to discover those twin peaks that were begging to be explored.
I always melted at the sound of the Philipino accent.
It was an American accent bastardized with the soft lilt of islands lost in an archipelago of passion and poverty.
As cliche as this may sound...
Rebecca moved towards me, eyeing off the money on the table, large denominations of pesos were trying to muscle themselves out of the bag, and that seemed to get the Cebu born beauty into a frenzy of sexuality, then she hugged me.
She was wearing those black leotards, popular with Asians who had the booty that knew exactly how to fill them out - no folds of fat, maybe just a very defined camel toe.
Rebecca was wearing a black t-shirt. The cotton hugged her contours. Up close, it was like being among the Himalayas, from afar, you knew you just had to get closer to discover those twin peaks that were begging to be explored.
