Hitomi Kurosaki grown Asian Chick Part1

“I’m looking for a new phone. Really, just an upgrade over my current model. I reckon it’s time. This one’s slowing down, and I could probably use the extra storage space,” I told her, waving my current cell phone in front of her. “Okay, if you’ll follow me.” As she led, I watched her ass sway in front of me, careful this time to return my eyes teen to a level gaze when she reached the sales counter. “Alright, so this model here has more storage, as well as a faster processing speed. Really, you only need that if you’re playing a lot of games or using a lot of memory-intensive apps on your phone.” She glanced at me; I shook my head. Giggling softly, she continued, “That’s what I figured. I would probably recommend this one.” She handed me a small pamphlet containing the phone’s specifications, explaining the various new features as I read. “Slower processing speed than the higher-end model, but asian should be sufficient for most day-to-day use. The camera’s improved, you now get much better pictures with it, brighter colors, more clarity. If you look here-“ “I’ll take it.” Seeing the look of bemused surprise on her face, I explained, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off. I’ve done a little research before coming in, and for all I actually use my phone for, this one will more than suffice.” “Well, okay then. Follow me and we can get this set up for you.” “You know, if you wanted amateur to practice your sales pitch, I’ll let you finish. I didn’t mean to be so rude.” She laughed, a full-throated chuckle. “If you don’t need it, I don’t really feel like going through it, if that’s alright. It gets a bit monotonous when you have to do it several times a day.” Nodding agreeably, I laughed with her. She took a seat, offering one on the other side of the counter to me. “Activation usually only takes a couple minutes, and then we’ll have you out of here.” Rebecca typed things into the computer in front of her, occasionally digging through the phone’s included paperwork for a serial number or registration code. I studied her while she worked. She had a woman’s body, but she was clearly still a teen. I suspected that, rough as high school could be, she had suffered some abuse over her extra weight. Similarly, I suspected that any man that got past second base with her found her body quite delightful. “If you’d like, I can copy all your data from your old phone to your new. It doesn’t take long.” I declined her offer, even as a shiver of excitement ran through me at the thought of the sexy young japanese saleswoman accidentally coming across some of the pictures on my phone. I wondered if Rebecca would recognize the young woman in those pictures. After all, Brunette they looked like they would be about the same age. We drew looks from the others of Az walking the streets in the early morning. Too shocked by everything ever to even hug my mom back, the only response I could manage was “What?” in a stupidly high voice. I’d caused 2 hard-ons; I was pleased with myself. You will learn not to disobey me again slut." My thighs burned as I performed one sensual squat after another. And most-notably, Jordan was lacking that characteristic, thin-bridged, European-style "ski nose" japanese that the rest of her immediate family members--including myself--all possessed. “That was some of the best sex I’ve had” Katie said “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” taking Jake by the hand and leading him upstairs and into the shower. I was getting extreme pleasure from the tight grip her ass had on my cock. After about an hour she finally stirred. “Again, don’t be sorry. "If I show it to asian you, you have to promise not to tell anyone what you saw." Still, Chance could be quick to the finish and that's why sometimes I needed to take charge of the situation. “No, never,” but when my mouth opened, out came, “Oh yes, it was fun.” Call you in ten seconds” then hangs up. I pulled it out and shook it. ‘don’t worry David, we’re both naked and you know I’ve seen it all before’ as she threw teen my t-shirt to the floor and moved to my belt. Turns out she likes girls. “Art?” the older man frowned. “Then I think I’ll need a new wardrobe.” For some reason she thought that was hilarious and broke out laughing. She had left my head spinning and there was a weird flutter in my stomach and this sudden thrill of excitement that it was a female pursuing me. I slapped my palm against my forehead in dismay at how quickly I was shifting gears over this situation, was I really that desperate? Why would you ask amateur me something like that?” He cowered, ducked and covered his head with his hands and said “Don't hit me.” I told him I wasn't going to hit him but why would he ask me something like that. Turning off the shower; she stepped out and dried Brunette her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and style her hair. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. "I haven't slept for a long fucking time." I sat up in shock, feeling my heart pound faster as I heard him breathing on his end. He kissed me for a few seconds and then pulled back.