Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 12

　　Hill was being fucked to the point of death by an Asian man with a huge dick in a dirty, smelly truck, but it was all of his own free will. He willingly offered his plump ass, his nipples swollen like big cherries, and his cunt turned inside out from being fucked.

　　”Bastard… pervert…” Hill muttered under his breath, cursing the man with an insatiable sex drive. Hill sat astride the man’s lap, watching him drive. The steering wheel of the truck was very hard, and Hill got tired after a few turns and had to hand it over to the man. After all, driving was dangerous, and he couldn’t just mess around.

　　Hill still had the man’s big dick inside him. He twisted a few times in satisfaction and kissed the man’s face.

　　The man drove with a cold expression, seemingly without any desire to fuck him, but his big dick was incredibly hard, now vibrating violently inside Hill’s cunt like countless vibrating eggs.

　　“Oh…you bad boy…” Hill breathed lewdly into his ear, causing the massive cock buried deep inside him to become even harder and thicker, stretching Hill to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore.

　　“Ah…I…I’m going to cum…” Hill held his penis in his hand, stroking it a few times before screaming and ejaculating.

　　The man continued driving, and when they entered a safe area, he suddenly stopped, pinned down the slutty American bitch, and began to have sex in the car.

　　The truck’s chassis was very high; even with ten strong men having sex, it wouldn’t budge an inch. The man’s frenzied thrusting made no sound from the outside except for Hill’s screams.

　　“You slut,” the man cursed hoarsely, slapping his swaying, fat ass hard. Hill screamed like a bitch being ridden, his wet, soft cunt frantically gripping his massive cock, as if he wanted to squeeze him until he ejaculated and fill his belly.

　　“Oh…you scoundrel…you filthy scoundrel…fill me…fill your bitch with your juices…” Hill moaned like a slut, licking and kissing the man’s sweaty, resolute face. The man, aroused by his licking, grew even harder and thicker, his penis pounding wildly like a giant pile driver, his massive cock violently striking Hill’s gushing passage.

　　Hill was tossed and turned by the fucking, nearly hitting the roof of the car several times. His blond hair swayed wildly, soaked with sweat, his alluring, teary eyes gleaming with passion. He pouted his swollen red lips, sticking out his tender, red tongue, seducing his hero like a slut.

　　The man’s muscles were powerful and muscular, soaked in sweat during the intense lovemaking. His gleaming bronze skin accentuated his masculine strength. The strong, valiant man was like a warrior from ancient Greek mythology, captivating Hill. He tightened his cunt even more shamelessly, begging to satisfy all the desires of the giant-cocked warrior.

　　The man pounded into him, caressing his smooth, sweaty skin. Hill reciprocated, touching his hard pectoral muscles and his muscular, protruding abs. A pang of jealousy stirred within him, but it was quickly overwhelmed by intense pleasure.

　　Soon, the beautiful blonde slut was brought to orgasm again by the large cock. He screamed, clutching his stomach, begging the man to ejaculate inside him during his climax.

　　The man, aroused by this wanton beauty, swelled his testicles, his glans wide open, and he pressed Hill against the car window, forcefully pouring his semen inside him.

　　Hill screamed blissfully as he was ejaculated inside, his face pressed against the glass, exhaling hot breath in a daze. When he saw someone passing by outside, he shuddered, and urine trickled from his genitals.

　　“You even peed,” the man chuckled, picking him up and gently kissing his tearful eyes.

　　Hill closed his eyes in shame; he had actually lost control of his bladder… How embarrassing… So incredibly embarrassing…

　　The man didn’t seem to mind. The smell of the beauty’s urine only fueled his lust, and he ejaculated inside him five or six times, until Hill could no longer ejaculate, only able to convulse and climax in his anus. Only then did the man release him from his massive penis, letting him lie asleep on the seat, his anus still wet with semen.

　　When the man arrived at Hill’s house, he glanced at the sleeping Hill, took off his jacket, wrapped it around his pale, sweaty naked body, and then, after covering him, carried him off the truck. Hill was still trembling, and messy white fluid kept spilling from between his bare legs, dripping down his ankles to the ground, looking utterly lewd.

　　The man carried Hill through the gate and found the nanny, Sophie, cleaning the floor. Both of them were slightly startled. Sophie, seeing Hill’s appearance, knew what had happened, so she lowered her head, pretending not to see, and casually wiped away the semen dripping from Hill’s feet.

　　The man carried the heavily ‘pregnant’ old man into the bathroom, cleaned his everted anus, and squeezed out all the thick semen from his belly.

　　Hill was so exhausted that he could only groan unconsciously as he was being tormented like this. After cleaning him up, the man carried Hill and collapsed onto the bed.

　　The man was also somewhat tired. He held Hill tightly with his injured arm, kissed his flushed cheek, and then pulled him into a dream.

　　When Hill woke up, he felt an iron-like arm tightly holding him. He struggled a few times, but when he saw the man’s blood-soaked hand, he was fully awake and screamed, “Are you fucking crazy! Aren’t you going to clean your wound?”

　　The man was awakened by his shrill voice. Since he couldn’t understand it anyway, he first pressed his head down and kissed him wildly, making the old man whimper. Then he pulled down his pants and kissed his white buttocks repeatedly.

　　Hill ignored his lewd behavior and began removing the cloth piece from yesterday. He opened it wide and found blood still flowing, the wound even starting to fester. Hill was furious, twisting his hips to avoid the man’s advances while yelling angrily.

　　The man couldn’t understand, but he knew Hill was concerned for him, and his smile deepened. He let Hill pull him into the bathroom. Hill opened the first-aid kit and used a large amount of alcohol to clean the man’s wound.

　　Hill cleaned vigorously, his anger palpable, but the man remained silent, only watching him with a low chuckle.

　　After cleaning the wound, Hill bandaged it with clean gauze. This time, Hill was gentle, wrapping the gauze around the wound, finally forming a large white ball.

　　After tying a pretty bow, Hill couldn’t help but laugh, his beautiful blue eyes full of amusement.

　　The man looked at his radiant appearance, growing more and more fond of him, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Hill glared at him, annoyed, but the man just smiled and kissed him again.

　　The two were cuddling and embracing in the bedroom. The irresponsible father finally remembered his daughter and hurriedly called Sophie. Sophie coldly replied that she had already brought Ciri home.

　　Hill thanked her and apologized for his earlier rudeness.

　　Sophie’s tone softened considerably; she said a few words and hung up.

　　Hill felt uneasy. He sensed Sophie wanted to leave. Although they had only been together for a year, they were already familiar with each other, and he didn’t understand why Sophie had changed so much.

　　He couldn’t communicate with the man, nor could they share their troubles. So Hill decided to start intensively studying Chinese tomorrow.

　　”I’m going to learn Chinese! Did you hear me, you barbarian who can’t speak English!”

　　The man saw him walking out in his shirt, bare-legged, grabbed him from behind, and threw him back onto the bed.

　　”Oh! You bastard!”

　　The man shrugged, mimicking his gesture, helped him put on his pants, patted his buttocks, and let him go.

　　Hill had initially thought the man was going to have sex with him, but instead, he was just helping him put on his pants. He felt awkward, glared at the man, and turned to leave.

　　*

　　Life following the crisis was peaceful and sweet. Hill continued to write—indeed, the experience itself sparked a surge of inspiration, enabling him to pen a legendary tale of outwitting criminals and bringing a murderer to justice.

　　Of course, later—at an author meet-and-greet—when a reader asked whether he had actually knocked the assailant unconscious, Hill, without batting an eye and with the poise of a true statesman, affirmed that he had.

　　Yet at home—whenever Ciri was off at kindergarten—Hill would transform into a wanton slut, ready to satisfy the Asian beast’s every desire, anywhere and at any time.

　　Today, the two of them were making love in the kitchen once again; the man held Hill’s slender, creamy waist, thrusting into him furiously while simultaneously licking his ear.

　　Hill screamed out in lewd ecstasy, his plump buttocks quivering violently as his gushing, slutty hole worked desperately to milk the man’s massive, towering cock.

　　“Oh… it’s so big… harder… fuck me harder…” Hill moaned, arching his neck back—only for the man to bite down on it from behind, licking, kissing, and nipping at his nape as if to heighten his pleasure even further.

　　Hill shook his head, both in pain and pleasure, glancing back slightly as the man roughly plundered him again. Their tongues intertwined stickily, the man thrusting his massive cock into his anus while simultaneously using his tongue to penetrate his mouth.

　　Hill was being fucked from both ends, and soon he cried out as he reached orgasm. During his orgasm, the sultry American cream-colored man desperately twisted his hips, as if trying to squeeze the man out, making a squelching sound as he sucked on his massive cock.

　　The man couldn’t take it anymore, so he pressed this slut against the stove and fiercely and violently thrust into him, making Hill scream pitifully. Soon, he not only ejaculated but also urinated all over him.

　　Seeing such a sultry beauty spraying urine and semen, the man could no longer bear it. With his engorged, fat cock at its maximum, he rammed into Hill’s cavity, making Hill cry and scream, his body convulsing violently, before finally ejaculating inside his wet and soft belly.

　　Hill was once again impregnated, his body stiff and dazed, remaining in the position of intercourse, only trembling every few seconds, as if enjoying the afterglow of violent sex.

　　The man picked up the beauty who had been fucked unconscious, kissed his flushed cheeks, then his swollen nipples, and finally licked his semen-filled belly, before whispering ambiguous words of love in a low, hoarse voice.

　　Hill didn’t regain consciousness for a long time. As soon as he woke up, he weakly cursed, “Go to hell.”

　　It was a broken Chinese sentence, which made the man burst into laughter. He hugged the cute old cream and kissed him passionately again.

　　Hill twisted and turned, half resisting, letting the man’s large hands roam over his buttocks.

　　Just then, the doorbell rang.

　　Hill pushed away the erotic beast forcefully and went to put on his clothes, twisting his hips.

　　The man pulled up his pants, shoving his intimidatingly large penis into his crotch. Seeing Hill watching him, he lewdly thrust his hips forward, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

　　Hill blushed and ignored him, turning to check the security camera. He discovered the people outside weren’t his daughter and the nanny, but a woman.

　　After watching for a moment, Hill suddenly realized what was happening, abruptly pushing open the door. There stood a mature, beautiful, brown-haired woman, elegantly positioned outside.

　　When she saw Hill, she gave her a friendly smile, as if meeting an old friend. “Hi Hill, long time no see.”

　　Hill felt a headache coming on whenever he saw her. This was the woman who had inexplicably transformed him from a lowly office worker into a bestselling author of psychology books.

　　Hill forced a smile, once again masking his true feelings. He always wanted to present a good image to women, from when he pursued her in college, through work and marriage, and even now, even as her ex, he still did…

　　Hill straightened his shirt and hair, trying to look more presentable, then awkwardly said, “Julia, what brings you here?”

　　Julia smiled elegantly, “I wanted to see Ciri.”

　　Hill could never refuse his ex-wife. Even though he resented her eloping with someone from Africa, seeing her again, seeing her smile so brightly, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything harsh.

　　Just as the two were talking, the man came out.

　　He wasn’t wearing a shirt, his bare upper body muscular and defined. He had broad shoulders, a thick chest, straight and strong legs, and his entire body was muscular and powerful, exuding masculine strength. Such a tall and robust Asian man easily attracted Julia’s attention.

　　“Hi handsome, are you Hill’s friend?” Julia’s voice was sweet.

　　The man’s gaze turned slightly cold as he scrutinized the woman from head to toe.

　　Very beautiful, a very beautiful woman by both Eastern and Western standards.

　　Hill knew the temperament of the Asian beast and looked at him nervously, but the beast didn’t get angry; it just stood silently in place.

　　Julia smiled politely at him and asked Hill, “Can’t he speak?”

　　Hill replied somewhat awkwardly, “No, he doesn’t speak English.”

　　”Oh, what a pity.” Julia gave Hill that familiar fake smile again. “My dear great writer, have you expanded your business overseas yet?”

　　Hill glanced at the man and said absentmindedly, “No, I’m writing.”

　　Julia walked in, and when she saw the swimming pool filled with water, she exclaimed, “This pool! Oh, Hill, do you remember… when Ciri was one year old…”

　　”I remember,” Hill interrupted her, his expression somewhat pained. It was when their daughter was one year old that Julia abandoned him and their daughter to pursue that so-called carefree true love.

　　Julia, however, was completely unaware. She straightened up and looked at the wooden doghouse next door, waking up Ella who was sleeping.

　　”Hi… darling, do you remember me?”

　　Ella slurred, sticking out her tongue, and gave the woman a friendly smile.

　　Julia stroked Ella’s head and said to Hill, “It was just a tiny little thing when I left.”

　　”Yes,” Hill replied bitterly. Just then, a large hand grabbed his wrist. Hill looked up in shock and met the man’s cold, dark eyes.

　　Hill couldn’t speak the same language as him, but their feelings were mutual. The man knew how he felt, and that was why he was so angry.

　　Oh no…please…

　　Hill’s blue eyes were filled with pleading. He grabbed the man’s hand, begging him not to expose their relationship to his wife.

　　The man tightened his grip slightly, and Hill groaned in pain, tears welling in his eyes. The man abruptly released his grip, his face extremely grim. He glanced at Hill and walked straight out.

　　Hill thought he was going to run away again and frantically grabbed his arm.

　　The man turned back. Hill looked at him pitifully, as if begging him not to leave…

　　Damn it!

　　The man sneered, “You won’t let me leave? Fine, I’ll fuck you right in front of that woman today.”

　　Unfortunately, Hill didn’t understand. He thought the man agreed to pretend to be a friend in front of his wife, and his expression relaxed slightly. Little did he know that what awaited him next was an unprecedented experience of humiliation.