Kiko had big tits.
Tick one.
Sensual lips.
Another big tick.
And she trained in the ancient arts of titty fucking your master.
Talking shoguns here.
And she wanted to prove to me her skills.
She even had baby oil in her bag.
'And your lips, and you are set.'
'And my tits,' you mean, she said, as she pulled them out of her pink bra.
I was interviewing her for Big Tit Inc.
She was a natural-born killer.
'And I love nothing better than eliminating the enemy.'
She had a natural hatred for skank who rivaled her tit size.
That's my girl.
She lathered up her tits.
'Now we need to wake up your pecker.'
That didn't take long.
Half an hour later of being massaged between her tits, I eventually ejected my white ink all over her face.
Like a good girl that she is, she cleaned it up with her tongue and was moaning for round two.
I wrote out a cheque.
'Cash it down at Asahi Shimbun Bank.'
The newspapers were diversifying in Japan.
It was a clean 50 grand.
To be honest, that is what the titty fuck was worth.
It was orgasmic.
'Welcome to Big Tit Inc. babe,' I said and asked her if round two was out of the question.
'It's just what I was going to suggest,' she said, waving the cheque around.
I got the hint and wrote her out another 50 grand cheque.
She had eliminated two very dangerous spies.
Langely owed her.
And the money was more a goodwill gesture than a reflection of what she was worth.
'Great interview,' said Max, who had his checkbook out too.
Tick one.
Sensual lips.
Another big tick.
And she trained in the ancient arts of titty fucking your master.
Talking shoguns here.
And she wanted to prove to me her skills.
She even had baby oil in her bag.
'And your lips, and you are set.'
'And my tits,' you mean, she said, as she pulled them out of her pink bra.
I was interviewing her for Big Tit Inc.
She was a natural-born killer.
'And I love nothing better than eliminating the enemy.'
She had a natural hatred for skank who rivaled her tit size.
That's my girl.
She lathered up her tits.
'Now we need to wake up your pecker.'
That didn't take long.
Half an hour later of being massaged between her tits, I eventually ejected my white ink all over her face.
Like a good girl that she is, she cleaned it up with her tongue and was moaning for round two.
I wrote out a cheque.
'Cash it down at Asahi Shimbun Bank.'
The newspapers were diversifying in Japan.
It was a clean 50 grand.
To be honest, that is what the titty fuck was worth.
It was orgasmic.
'Welcome to Big Tit Inc. babe,' I said and asked her if round two was out of the question.
'It's just what I was going to suggest,' she said, waving the cheque around.
I got the hint and wrote her out another 50 grand cheque.
She had eliminated two very dangerous spies.
Langely owed her.
And the money was more a goodwill gesture than a reflection of what she was worth.
'Great interview,' said Max, who had his checkbook out too.
