Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 18

　　After a fierce battle with the Asian beast, the next morning, American Butterfly, sporting dark circles under his eyes, went out for breakfast with the man, hand in hand, under the strange gaze of the bar owner.

　　Before leaving, they encountered a foreign couple. Upon seeing the tall woman, Hill immediately recalled the moaning slut next door from the previous night and felt somewhat embarrassed.

　　The couple happened to turn around, and when they saw Hill and the beast, their expressions became complex and strange.

　　Having faced the moaning slut the night before, the white husband looked at Hill with a mixture of jealousy and admiration, while the tall woman looked at the two, seemingly pondering whether the person who had been moaning so wildly in both English and Chinese the previous night was the white man or the Asian man.

　　At this moment, the man put his arm around him and said, “What are you looking at?”

　　It turned out Hill was staring at the woman’s large breasts. The old creamy butterfly immediately acted like a husband caught in the act, saying, “Okay, let’s go,” and then pulled the beast away without looking back.

　　On the way, the man slapped his butt. Knowing that Asians were often petty, Hill quickly hugged the man and sweetly kissed his chest, saying, “I only love your big pecs, my big beast.”

　　The man looked at this slutty guy and leaned down to kiss his sweet-talking lips.

　　Hill moaned lasciviously, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck and returning his kiss passionately.

　　So the two of them passionately kissed on the street in Tsim Sha Tsui.

　　When their lips were swollen from kissing, Hill clung to his neck and praised, “You were so amazing yesterday, you made me feel so good… I even passed out in the end, and you were still doing it to me…”

　　Hill squinted, lasciviously touching his stomach, which still seemed to have the warmth of the man’s remaining semen. The man held his waist and said in a hoarse voice, “Give me a child, otherwise, I’ll fill you up every day!”

　　Hill blushed and said in soft American English, “I really want to give you a child. Ciri once said she wanted a little sister, but…”

　　His tone suddenly became hesitant, and Hill sadly lowered his head. He thought about how he was a man, unable to conceive, unable to have children.

　　The man seemed to know what he was thinking, hugging him tightly and whispering in his ear, “I love you no matter what. I love your cunt, your big ass, and your beautiful blue eyes.”

　　Hill looked up, his clear blue eyes filled with shyness and love. “I love you too. I love your big cock, your muscles, and your dark eyes.”

　　The two confessed their love to each other in this erotic and pointless way, then, like conjoined twins, snuggled together to eat.

　　During the day, the two went shopping and having fun in Mong Kok and Tsim Sha Tsui. Hill, who used to live the quality life of an American gentleman, bought himself two Chinese-style suits and a tracksuit for the “beast,” lewdly telling him to wear the tracksuit and fuck him.

　　The young man, full of vigor, was aroused by this older American slut and had to go to the toilet to masturbate. While masturbating, he thought he would fuck him hard that night and fuck away all the American slut’s wantonness.

　　When night came, Hill said he wanted to go to a bar to see what bars in China were like.

　　They arrived at a secluded little bar. The people outside stopped them, giving them a code. Hill looked bewildered, while the man remained indifferent. The doorman asked what they were doing there, and Hill, in broken Chinese, said they were tourists and showed his identification. The doorman gave them a strange look before letting them in.

　　Once inside, the man was completely stunned. It was a strip club with erotic and suggestive atmosphere. On a high, brightly lit stage, four or five half-naked women wearing nipple covers were performing erotic dances. Many men sat around them, their eyes gleaming with vulgar language.

　　Hill was also excited and pulled the man to a nearby seat. The dancers in front of them, seeing two handsome men, began swaying their hips and swinging their breasts in front of them.

　　Hill felt a little embarrassed and excited. He glanced at the man and saw that he had a completely expressionless face, as if looking at two lumps of pork.

　　Suddenly, the dancer leaned down and blew a suggestive breath onto the man, releasing a cloying, sweet, and alcoholic scent.

　　The man’s eyes flashed with disgust, but the dancer wasn’t angry. She giggled and rose, continuing her dance before him, seemingly determined to conquer this handsome, aloof man.

　　Hill had initially been quite pleased, but then he noticed the lead dancer’s constant flirting with the large beast, and a pang of jealousy rose in his heart.

　　”Hey…why does she keep looking at you…”

　　The man muttered, glancing at the woman’s trembling gold nipple covers, “She’s got her eye on me.” As he turned his head, a rare, wicked smile crept onto his lips.

　　Hill gritted his teeth and said, “You like her?”

　　The man said, “I only like you.”

　　Upon hearing this blunt statement, American Cream immediately went from anger to delight. He hooked his arm around the man’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Do you like those breasts?”

　　The man glanced at the dancer’s large breasts and said casually, “I only like your ass.”

　　Hill blushed, biting his ear with a mixture of shyness and lewdness, then withdrew his arm and continued drinking while watching the dancers’ erotic performance.

　　At this moment, the lead dancer seemed to want to invite the guests to dance. Many men were eager to try, wishing they could have sex with these beautiful girls on stage.

　　But the dancer only looked at the man, seemingly only wanting to invite him.

　　The man directly refused, and the men next to him immediately booed. One bearded man lewdly approached the front of the stage, grabbed the dancer’s thigh, and said, “Baby, invite me, I guarantee you’ll squirt just by looking at me.”

　　The dancer’s face showed disgust, but she didn’t dare to dodge.

　　At this moment, Hill couldn’t sit still any longer. He shouted, “I’ll do it!” and leaped onto the stage. The bearded man, seeing he was a foreigner, looked at him with resentment and anger, but still grumbled as he sat back down.

　　The dancer, seeing the handsome American man with the man, smiled and took his hand. Then the music started, and the dancer pulled him to sway his hips to the rhythm.

　　It seemed to be a Latin dance. Hill had learned ballroom dancing in school, but he had long forgotten it, and now he swayed stiffly like a robot.

　　Hill was beautiful. Under the lights, his blond hair shone, and his fair face reflected a soft glow. His blue eyes held shyness and embarrassment, yet he forced a smile, looking innocent and charming.

　　The man stared at him, mesmerized. His eyes saw no one else but Hill.

　　Hill, too, danced, blushing as he looked at the man. After a while, Hill gradually relaxed, even mimicking the dancer’s movements, swaying his hips, raising his hands, and giving the man a seductive smile.

　　The man was aroused by this slut, his crotch bulging and his eyes darkening.

　　Hill, already quite open-minded, and now with the alcohol taking effect, started swaying his hips as he walked in front of the man.

　　His firm, round buttocks, clad in his trousers, the seams dividing his shapely bottom into two sexy halves, swayed slightly with each movement, looking incredibly alluring.

　　Damn, this slut…

　　A commotion arose in the audience. One customer said, “Wow, this foreigner’s so sexy, it’s made my dick hard.” Another customer replied,b

　　The man’s face suddenly turned ugly, his eyes filled with a chilling rage, but Hill was still happily dancing; he didn’t want to spoil the fun.

　　Seeing the man’s displeasure, Hill stood there somewhat bewildered. At this moment, the dancer grabbed Hill, thrusting her ample breasts, wanting to dance a close dance with him.

　　”Oh, darling, no, we can’t…” Hill, reeking of alcohol, refused the dancer, but she smiled sweetly and took his hand, then teasingly let him touch her breasts.

　　Hill looked at the man awkwardly, noticing his increasingly unpleasant expression, and quickly pushed the dancer away, saying, “Oh, sorry, I can’t touch you.”

　　”Hehehe, you’re such a gentleman.” Although the dancer didn’t like him, she found him gentle and interesting, so she became even more wanton in her flirting with Hill.

　　Those nail-painted fingers reached directly for Hill’s crotch. Hill screamed and dodged, but was surrounded by more dancers. Hill looked at the man for help, his face dark and his mood extremely foul.

　　Hill was also angry. He pushed the dancer aside and jumped off the stage. The men in the seats booed, thinking this blond foreigner was effeminate and afraid of even women.

　　Hill hurriedly walked towards the man, but was blocked by a burly man with a full beard.

　　”Hey, I speak English, beautiful.” The man seemed to be of Indonesian descent, with dark skin and a rugged, sinister appearance.

　　Hill disgustedly dodged him, but the man grabbed his wrist.

　　”You know, just watching you sway made my dick hard. Feel it if you don’t believe me.” The man reeked of alcohol.

　　Hill had experienced a lot of sexual harassment in his youth because he was short and delicate, and seemed easy to bully, but that didn’t mean he was a weak person.

　　He sneered, “Buddy, I think you want a beating.” He clenched his fist, his pale knuckles bulging, veins clearly visible.

　　The burly man waved his hand dismissively, “No, no, beautiful, I just want to fuck you with my big…” Before he could finish the word “cock,” the nearly two-meter-tall man was sent flying.

　　He crashed into a group of thugs at the next table, laughing and watching.

　　The thug, splattered with alcohol, cursed in Cantonese, which Hill couldn’t understand. He just stared at the man in terror.

　　The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms. The thug hesitated for a moment, then pulled two long knives from his belt, cursing.

　　Typical Hong Kong-style watermelon knives. Hill turned pale with fright and pleaded, “Are you crazy! That guy has knives! Don’t fight him, let’s go…”

　　The man coldly brushed him aside, walked past the thugs, and grabbed the bearded man, giving him a brutal beating.

　　The bearded man tried to resist, but after a few struggles, he was beaten so badly he was powerless to fight back, only able to howl on the ground.

　　The man broke his fingers, and amidst the bearded man’s pig-like screams, his bloodshot eyes said, “You dare touch him? You fucking dare touch him!”

　　Hill, standing nearby, was both frightened and embarrassed. He pushed through the crowd, grabbed the man, and pulled him up with all his might. “Let’s go… I’m begging you… Do you want to go to the Asian Police Department? You lunatic!”

　　The man released the bearded man, his bruised fist slowly opening. He turned around, looked deeply at Hill, and suddenly leaned down to kiss him.

　　The man kissed him fiercely, biting his lip as if asserting possession.

　　This slut, this American whore who seduces everyone!

　　Hill’s eyes widened, and he struggled desperately in shame and anger. The man scooped him up in his arms, kissing him as they walked out of the bar. No one dared to stop them, because the nearly two-meter-tall burly man was still groaning in pain on the ground

　　. Even the thugs with spilled wine didn’t dare to pursue the matter further, only muttering curses like “you dead gay asshole” before returning to their seats to continue drinking. The dancer who had been observing the man said something to her companions, then swayed her hips and followed them out.

　　Hill screamed and cursed at him, calling him a lunatic and a psychopath. The man just looked down at him, waiting for him to retaliate before gagging him.

　　After the man put Hill down, Hill punched him immediately. “I don’t like this! You’re making me feel like a woman!”

　　The man sneered, “You are my woman.”

　　As an American, Hill couldn’t understand the man’s chauvinism. “I’m a man, not your woman!”

　　The man, already simmering with anger, said with a dark face, “Aren’t you a woman who gets fucked by me every day?”

　　Hill erupted in fury, “Go to hell! I get fucked by you because I like you!”

　　The man froze, and Hill trembled with rage. “You…you filthy, disgusting bastard…I hate you…” Hill burst into tears. “I should be in America, finding a pretty local girl…I must be crazy to come to this godforsaken place with you. I have to be careful around you even when dancing with a dancer. What do I look like now? Like a pathetic Indian woman!”

　　In Hill’s mind, only Indian women would be so obedient to their lovers.

　　The man’s expression softened slightly as he listened to his incoherent American English.

　　Hill was still crying and cursing when he punched the man hard, turned around, hailed a taxi, and drove off, leaving the big, clumsy guy standing there all alone.

　　Arguments are inevitable in relationships because they are fundamentally different individuals. Hill was an open and passionate American, while the man was a reserved and inarticulate Asian.

　　Just then, a sweet, delicate voice sounded from behind, “Hey handsome, need any help?”