Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 21

　　Old Creamy lay in bed for three days, the excessive sex leaving him aching from his buttocks to his back. He lay sprawled on the bed, watching the Big Beast serve him naked in the hotel, as if he had entered a brothel. Anyway, his buttocks were still swollen, and the semen in his belly could not be completely expelled. Every time he squeezed it out, the Big Beast would hold him and fill him up again, until he was completely turned into a creamy semen pot, crying as he was forcibly impregnated by the man.

　　After the two of them had been having sex for three days and three nights, Old Creamy finally got out of bed, pale-faced, and boarded the Eastern journey to Taiwan with the Big Beast.

　　Later, they also went to Yunnan, Xinjiang, and so on, going wherever they wanted. Life is so carefree. In order to study meditation and improve the psychology system in the book, Hill went to the religious holy land of Yunnan. There, he finally saw what a real Yunnan woman was like. Of course, he was still desperately advocating human rights and self-expression, but every time he got to bed, he still became a bitch who had lost his dignity, only knowing how to cling to the Big Beast and beg for pleasure.

　　Hill’s feelings for the man deepened. He used to think that the closer the relationship, the easier it was to grow tired and indifferent, like with his ex-wife. But the man was different. Although they sometimes argued about their views and personalities, they would always make up after a fight and then have sex, even sweeter than before.

　　The old Hill was rigid and gentlemanly, or as his ex-wife put it, sexually frigid. Unlike most Americans, Hill wasn’t enthusiastic about sex, and after giving birth to little Ciri, he hardly had any. Besides, he was busy, and so was his wife—though he later found out she was busy cheating on him.

　　But now, Hill was completely captivated by the man’s large penis, constantly aroused and passionate. They cuddled in front of the museum for a photo, exchanging sweet nothings like “I’m the king, you’re the big beast!” Of course, the man later corrected him, saying “I’m the king, you’re the queen,” and after a round of flirtatious banter, they went to eat curry chicken rice.

　　Hill glanced at him. The big beast was eating very quickly, already halfway down a large plate, like a starving animal. Hill glanced at him, about to say something, when he saw his resolute and cold profile.

　　So handsome…

　　Hill couldn’t appreciate Asian beauty before, but this man, from the first glance, seemed very handsome, a handsome man full of masculinity.

　　Following the resolute profile down, the man wore a loose T-shirt. He was actually very strong, his large muscles filling out the T-shirt, clearly showing his well-defined and muscular chest.

　　Hill licked his lips, suddenly feeling very thirsty, as if he had become a slut since meeting this man. Just being near him, smelling his scent, made his anus itch with desire.

　　“Hmm… Big beast, you eat too fast.” Hill said, putting his arm around his broad shoulder.

　　The man turned to look at him, Hill’s azure eyes softening. “Eat slowly, or I won’t be able to keep up with you.”

　　It was a normal sentence, but the old cream made it sound incredibly flirtatious.

　　The man smirked, picked out a piece of meat for him, and Hill immediately opened his mouth and bit down, even licking the spoon with his tongue in a flirtatious manner.

　　The man’s eyes darkened as he said, “What, want to be fucked again?”

　　Speaking in Chinese in public, Hill blushed and said stickily, “So what if I do?”

　　The man didn’t speak but hooked his chin, and just as Hill was about to swallow the meat, he silenced him with a kiss, snatching the meat back with his tongue.

　　Hill let out a soft moan and tried to grab the meat back, but was instead pulled into a passionate kiss. Only when he was panting and his lips were swollen did he push the beast away, licking his lips as he watched the man’s lustful expression. The man was completely captivated by this handsome old slut, holding him close and uttering vulgar words about fucking him. The old cream-faced man blushed, cursing him as a scoundrel, but his body clung even tighter, as if he wanted to sink into the other’s muscles.

　　If they weren’t outside, facing a group of Asians, these two men would have definitely been fucking each other to their hearts’ content.

　　After their playful meal, the two strolled through the sweltering, chaotic streets. They stumbled upon a secluded temple, and Hill pulled the man inside. Looking at the solemn Buddha statue, Hill bowed and murmured something.

　　The man also gazed at the Buddha, then closed his eyes devoutly after a long while.

　　When they left the temple, Hill smiled and asked, “Did you make a wish?”

　　The man whispered, “Yes.”

　　Hill asked what it was.

　　The man said, “Nothing.”

　　Hill didn’t understand Eastern culture, because they traditionally tell their wishes to God. But the man didn’t want to say, and Hill didn’t force him; he could guess anyway—otherwise, he wouldn’t be a psychological novelist.

　　That night, the strong, burly beast pinned the old, horny Creamy down and relentlessly fucked him, ejaculating again and again until Hill was heavily pregnant. Only then did he hold the whimpering Cream on the balcony lounge chair, lost in thought.

　　Hill, a romantic American, looked at the vast starry sky, held the man tightly, and murmured sweet nothings.

　　”What ‘I love you,’ ‘I love you to death,’ my big beast, my big cock.”

　　The man kissed his cheek and said, “Give me a child.”

　　Hill was speechless. “I’m not a woman, I don’t have a uterus to give you a child.”

　　The man fell silent.

　　After a while, Hill straddled his lap and said lewdly, “Fill me with your semen, and I’ll give you a child…”

　　As he spoke, he sat on his big cock, his big ass full of semen, and the erect cock was swallowed by his cunt again. Hill moaned lewdly, slapping up and down like a whore, letting the semen from his ass be spurted out and splashing continuously.

　　The man tensed his muscles, held his slender waist, and thrust hard like a pile driver, making his big ass slap loudly. His cunt was also pounded and rolled like cream in a crane, a lump of mud bouncing up and down wildly. Hill moaned lewdly as he was fucked, his cunt spraying semen wildly, and he kept shouting lewd words like “Fuck me, fuck me to death, fuck me to pieces.”

　　The man scooped him up, propped his semen-slicked thighs on the balcony, and thrust into him violently. The man’s thrusts made the slutty man cry and scream. The balcony was a scene of sensual allure, filled with lewd sounds and moans. Two naked men were frantically copulating, one thrusting fiercely, the other yielding seductively; one pumping wildly, the other groveling lewdly. Hill’s white and the beast’s black intertwined, like creamy frosting on chocolate—an indescribably erotic and obscene sight.

　　Hill’s climax came quickly. As the hard penis penetrated his cavity, pounding powerfully, he ejaculated like a woman. A numbing, bone-deep pleasure engulfed his entire body. He cried out, his body swaying violently, completely lost in the madness of lust.

　　The man didn’t stop; instead, he quickened his thrusting pace, the waves of fluid from the contracting cavity pounding deep within his flesh. His swaying testicles slammed against the entrance, his large glans fiercely thrusting into the tender flesh. Hill’s orgasm hadn’t subsided before he was pushed into a second climax, like riding a rollercoaster. Hill’s thighs convulsed, and he cried out, grabbing the man, his sharp fingertips digging into the man’s strong arm muscles.

　　The man continued his powerful thrusting, finally unable to hold back any longer, ejaculating his semen into Hill’s frantically convulsing cavity. Streams of hot, thick semen shot into Hill’s cavity and passage, ignoring his near-death screams, filling him once again with a brutal, forceful ejaculation.

　　As the stiff, enormous penis withdrew from the cunt, the wide-open orifice gushed forth an unprecedented amount of white semen, like a fountain. Hill, drenched in sweat, slumped against the table, seemingly dead, his arms and legs hanging limply, letting the thick, messy semen spray everywhere.

　　The man carried the semi-conscious Creamy back to the room, continuing to plug the orifice with his large penis to prevent the semen from flowing out.

　　Hill ignored the man’s bizarre and obscene sleeping habits, falling into a deep sleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

　　The next morning, Hill, his hair disheveled, his round belly swollen, looked at the man with a serious expression.

　　Even though semen still dripped from his inner thighs.

　　”I… I think I’m pregnant…”