Panda girl
«I don’t want to do it with a married man», she said before her mouth started a battle against mine, our tongues fighting like swords, our hands dancing by our bodies. She was wearing a panda’s outfit, warm and soft as her skin. I opened it and look at her golden breasts, small but firm, her nipples erect like towers on a mountain. Just a few hours before, we were talking on the Internet about meeting. Then we were at an hotel on Shanghai, a room rented for all night even if we both knew the...