buddhe ka bf

Asian teen's bf takes advantage, gets roughed upI walked into the dimly lit bar, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and desperation. I was looking for one thing only - a good time. And by that, I mean a good blow job. As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on her. A petite little thing with a pierced nose and a wicked grin. She caught me staring and winked, beckoning me over. I didn't need any further encouragement. I sidled up to her, trying to play it cool as I ordered us another round of drinks. "So, what's your name?" I asked, trying to sound suave. "Buddhe," she replied, her voice husky and confident. And I knew right then and there that I was in trouble. This little minx was going to be my downfall. As we chatted, I couldn't help but notice the way her ka - her breasts, if you will - were straining against the confines of her tight top. It was like she was daring me to take a closer look. And I wasn't one to resist a challenge. Before long, we were back at my place, and things had taken a decidedly more... physical turn. Her bf - or rather, her lack thereof - seemed to be the only thing on her mind as she went down on me with reckless abandon. I jerked off in her hand, feeling like I was going to cum any second now. And then, just as I was about to blow my load, she stopped and looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know what would be even better?" she whispered, her voice dripping with sass. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's that?" She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. "If you were to take it from the back," she purred. And before I could respond, she'd already started wanking me off with her hand, her fingers deftly working their magic. I was a goner. I came hard and fast, feeling like I was going to pass out from sheer pleasure. As we lay there in the aftermath, I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this little Buddhe had found herself a new ka - a new cock to play with. And as for her bf? Well, let's just say he was no longer on her radar. As I drifted off to sleep, I could feel her hand still wrapped around my ass, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the skin. It was like she was trying to brand me, mark me as hers. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.