The Myth of Mistress Xia.
Kevin hurried up the stairway. They needed to get out of here fast. Something wasn’t right, the people here scared him more than half the hillbillies in Alabama. He burst open the door and scanned the room. He rubbed his eyes, the person who he expected to see wasn’t there, but a sharp moan called his attention. In the middle of the bed was a beautiful naked exotic woman. She had large breasts for a Chinese woman. It seemed ages since he’d seen a pair of tits like that. He could see the soaked bed sheets around her. Had she been masturbating? She hadn’t even noticed him, and she was still moaning over and over. He felt his penis harden and started towards her. She must have heard about him and sneaked into his room. They told him even in this day and age that Chinese girls were hungry for American dick. Damn they were so right. The moment he touched her she started to panic and thrash. Then she stopped again as if a switch had flicked in her brain. She...