Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 15

　　Hill sat on the plane, lost in thought. The man handed him a drink, which Hill silently accepted.

　　The man had changed a lot. He used to be arrogant, domineering, and fierce like a lion, but now he was calm and reserved like a leopard. Either way, he was still a fierce beast.

　　Because of Hill’s depression, the man had also become thin, his facial features sharp and defined, giving him a more mature and handsome appearance.

　　He reached out and touched Hill’s face. Hill looked at him, his azure eyes glistening with tears as if they had lost their luster.

　　”I…I don’t want to go on a trip…” Hill had now learned Chinese. His Chinese was very broken, and his grammar was wrong, but he could still communicate smoothly with the man by guessing and piecing things together.

　　The man’s English had also improved a lot during his hospitalization for his broken bone. He could understand English, but he was reluctant to speak it.

　　“You can’t not want to.” The man leaned in and kissed him. Hill closed his eyes, his haggard face flushed slightly.

　　In three hours, they would arrive in a magical ancient civilization of the East, also the man’s homeland—Hong Kong, the Celestial Empire.

　　After disembarking, they arrived at Hong Kong Airport. It was Hill’s first time in China, and he was both curious and excited. He felt there were so many people, just as he had imagined. The Celestial Empire was teeming with people; groups of yellow-skinned, black-eyed humans seemed to belong to the same race as the man.

　　The man pulled him onto a double-decker bus heading to Banana Bay. On the bus, Hill, like many other tourists, gazed at the Chinatown-like scenery outside. As he looked, Hill asked, “Will you stay here?”

　　The man replied, “No.”

　　Hill asked, “Why?”

　　The man said, “Because you’re not here.”

　　Hill couldn’t help but tear up. Who said Americans were good at picking up girls? Chinese sweet talk could be just as powerful.

　　The man reached out and embraced Hill, who nestled in his arms. The two of them openly displayed their affection amidst the sea of ​​yellow-skinned people. One was a blond, blue-eyed foreign heartthrob, the other a tall, handsome Chinese man—a unique combination, yet surprisingly well-matched.

　　After getting off the car, they arrived at a bustling pedestrian street. The man took him to a teahouse for Hong Kong-style dim sum, but Hill didn’t like it, so the two went to McDonald’s for a meal.

　　Hill was in low spirits, partly because of Ciri, and partly because of his book. Due to his severe mental state, he couldn’t continue writing, and he couldn’t come up with a treatment plan. As a result, the publisher was very disappointed in him, and Olaf bought his dog and never showed up again.

　　Hill’s career and family were a mess. If it weren’t for the man, he might have chosen to jump off the Pentagon.

　　Seeing that he was always in a daze, the man took him to Tai Tu Shan to take the cable car. When they reached the top, the panoramic view of Hong Kong was unobstructed. Hill looked at the bustling city and praised the scenery. The man looked at him and vigorously ruffled his hair.

　　His beautiful blond hair fluttered in the mountain breeze, looking like dazzling gold. In the sunlight, Hill was pale and thin, a far cry from the radiant man he had seen before.

　　The man suddenly regretted his actions. If he hadn’t met him and violated him in the first place, Hill’s life might have been completely different. He would have remarried Julia, lived happily with his daughter, and Ella would surely be there to protect them.

　　Just then, Hill suddenly stepped forward and hugged him, whispering, “Thank you.”

　　The man hugged him tightly and kissed his soft hair.

　　Hill buried his head in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling the man’s scent, his heart aching with mixed emotions.

　　If it weren’t for the man, perhaps he would be doing well, or perhaps he would already be dead. But whatever his fate, he didn’t regret meeting the man.

　　There were many tourists on the mountaintop, and Hill’s foreign face was quite conspicuous, so the two had only been hugging for a short while when they attracted a crowd of onlookers.

　　Hill coughed a few times, a little embarrassed, and pulled the man to take the cable car down the mountain.

　　While on the cable car, Hill blushed and reached his hand into the man’s crotch, but after only a few touches, he heard voices speaking Chinese from the opposite side.

　　“Ah! Look, there’s a handsome blond guy over there!”

　　”Yeah! So handsome! Is he like Leonardo DiCaprio…?”

　　Hill immediately withdrew his hand awkwardly, his face turning bright red under the man’s teasing gaze.

　　China is bustling and prosperous, but the sheer number of people makes it difficult for Hill to adjust to the sparsely populated American towns.

　　After getting off the cable car, he was surrounded by a huge crowd. He lost all interest in leisurely strolling and boarded a double-decker bus.

　　This time, they went to Deep Water Bay, a famous spot in Hong Kong. Hill, who grew up by the sea in America, wasn’t particularly impressed by the ocean, especially not in a foreign country.

　　Hill and the man walked hand-in-hand along the shore. After a few steps, Hill let go of his hand and started running.

　　After a few more steps, realizing the man wasn’t chasing him, he felt a little embarrassed. This Asian man was so unromantic, so serious even on his own turf.

　　Hill walked back dejectedly, only to have the man scoop up a handful of seawater and splash it all over him.

　　Hill, his clothes soaked, was furious and yelled, chasing after the man. He took off running, and Hill chased after him

　　. When they were both out of breath, the man slowed down, and Hill grabbed his collar, stuffing a handful of sand into it, laughing as he did so. The man touched his neck; it was full of sand. His eyes darkened as he grabbed Hill and pinched his waist as punishment. Hill’s waist was weak, and he laughed at the touch. Seeing the rare smile on the blonde beauty’s face, the man wrapped his arms around his waist, about to kiss him.

　　But this wasn’t like the open-minded America. Just as the man was about to kiss him, he heard the exclamations of an older woman on the beach.

　　“Oh dear, these young people nowadays! Look at them, a blond and a black man, doing this in public!”

　　Upon seeing that they were two men, she immediately covered her face and walked away, groaning.

　　Hill was embarrassed; his fun was over, and he could only pull the man towards a less crowded part of the beach.

　　When they reached a relatively secluded spot, Hill lazily sat down on the beach. The man sat beside him, and Hill, his mind wandering, snuggled closer. After a while, seeing no one around, he reached out and touched the man’s crotch. Even when the man wasn’t erect, his penis was quite large. Hill, both jealous and lustful, rubbed it, and soon the man’s large penis hardened, bulging like a small hill.

　　Hill whispered in the man’s ear, “You pervert…you’re hard again…” This time he spoke in Chinese. For this Asian pervert, Hill had specifically learned some Chinese slang, though he only knew a few phrases.

　　Hearing his soft, accented voice, the man’s penis hardened even more. He grabbed the seductive, creamy man and said in a hoarse voice, “Want a big cock?”

　　The first Chinese word Hill learned was “big cock,” and his cheeks flushed as he replied, “I love big cocks…”

　　“You slut,” the man suppressed his lust and embraced him, lowering his head to kiss his lips.

　　Hill suddenly broke free and shrank back, escaping successfully like a water snake. Then, he stood in front of the man with a smile and said, “If you catch me, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.”

　　Because of Hill’s psychological issues, they hadn’t made love for a week. Hearing this, the man’s eyes blazed with lust. He stood up, ignoring his bulging crotch, and pounced on the alluring Hill like a wild beast.

　　Hill hadn’t expected him to run so fast and screamed in fright, desperately running towards the sea. By the time his toes touched the water, the man was already close.

　　“Come here, and I’ll jump in,” Hill joked, but his words caused the man’s expression to change drastically.

　　“Hill, come here.” The man’s voice trembled slightly. Hill’s smile vanished, and he stared blankly at the man.

　　He had never considered how much his suicide attempt would hurt the man; he had been too selfish…

　　“I’m sorry…” Hill’s eyes reddened. He slowly walked towards the man, and just as he was about to reach him, the man suddenly hugged him tightly, burying his face in his chest.

　　Hill pressed against his rapidly heaving chest and said in a trembling voice, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, I won’t commit suicide again…“

　　Hearing his sobbing voice, a mixture of English and Chinese, the man couldn’t help but hug him even tighter.

　　After a while, Hill felt increasing pressure in his lower abdomen.

　　The man’s huge erection was terrifying, almost piercing his stomach.

　　“Oh…you…your thing…” Hill said helplessly.

　　The man hugged him and thrust hard, his voice hoarse, “I’ll fuck you tonight!”

　　Hill looked at him, his face flushed, his azure eyes glistening with lustful tears, “Okay, if you can fuck me until I’m pregnant, I’ll have your baby~”

　　Although the grammar wasn’t quite right, it still ignited the Asian beast’s lust. The man breathed heavily as he kissed the creamy lips of the man, and the two of them passionately kissed, their limbs intertwined, in public. People passing by exclaimed things like, “Wow, what the hell? Oh dear, look, there are two men and a foreigner…”

　　But Hill and the man didn’t care. At this moment, they only had each other. In the midst of their intertwined lips and tongues, Hill actually reached orgasm. He was so thirsty. With the man biting his tongue, his huge cock pressing against his stomach, and his big hand touching his buttocks, he ejaculated. Thinking about it, it really didn’t seem like a hard-boiled American man.

　　The man seemed to know he had climaxed, and kissed him even more passionately, his hands slapping his buttocks repeatedly, making the American Creamy man tremble all over, his eyes filled with tears, before slowly releasing him.

　　After kissing him, the man bit his lips hard and said, “You slut, you have such a big ass.”

　　Hill understood, and immediately squinted his eyes and deliberately wiggled his buttocks, saying, “It’s all because you fucked me so big…”

　　“You little slut,” the man cursed hoarsely, picking him up and about to throw him into the sea.

　　Hill screamed and begged for mercy, clinging tightly to the man’s neck while laughing, “You bastard… I’m older than you, I’m thirty-six years old…”

　　Actually, Hill looked very young; apart from the faint fine lines around his eyes, his skin was smooth and fair. Looking at this mature and alluring beauty, the man couldn’t help but kiss him again, pressing him underwater while kissing him, so that Hill could only breathe through kissing.

　　The two of them fooled around for a while, scaring away all the people around them, before finally going to eat nearby, completely soaking wet.

　　After finishing their Chinese feast, it was already dark. Hill suggested going to Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong to see the night view.

　　Americans are very romantic, and although the man wanted to go straight back to the hotel for sex, he followed Creamy’s suggestion.

　　They took a car there. The harbor was crowded as always, but the night view was beautiful. Hong Kong at dusk looked glamorous and mysterious, like a noble and aloof lady, exuding a unique oriental charm.

　　Although this was the man’s mother’s hometown, he had no feelings for it, nor for America. He was like a drifting, lonely, and helpless person.

　　But then he met Hill, this humorous, gentle, tolerant, and sweet American Creamy. With him, the man didn’t feel lonely or isolated. In fact, long ago, he had fallen completely in love with him.

　　The man turned his head to look at Hill, at his fair face and bright blue eyes.

　　Hill seemed to sense his gaze, turned his head slightly, and said shyly, “Hey, stop looking, are you going to eat me?”

　　Hearing his uniquely accented Chinese, the man couldn’t help but laugh. He embraced Hill as they gazed at the shimmering seascape from the yacht. As they looked, Hill tilted his head back, looking at him sweetly, and said, “This is the time to kiss me, my bea…”

　　Before he could finish the word “beast,” the man satisfied him.

　　The two then shared a passionate kiss amidst the sea breeze and the enchanting ocean view. As they kissed, the yacht owner coughed a few times and said, “Handsome guys, time’s up. Are you going to pay more or get off?”