ZeroToleranceFilms – Hot Asian Delivery Girl Comes In For Water , Stays For A Good Fuck
Title: “The Thirsty Asian Delivery Girl”
The doorbell rang, echoing through the house. John stumbled over, his throat parched after a long day at work. He flung open the door to reveal a petite Asian goddess, her silky black hair cascading over her shoulders. She was a vision in her tight fitting uniform, the words “Belladonna Deliveries” emblazoned on the fabric straining over her ample bosom.
“Delivery for John,” she said, her voice a breathy purr. “Forgive me, but the entrance to your home is quite steep. Is there somewhere I might be able to get some water?”
John stared, momentarily lost in her almond-shaped eyes. “Oh, uh, yeah. Come in.” He stepped aside, allowing her to enter.
Closing the door, John found his gaze fixed on the sway of her hips as she walked ahead of him. She seemed utterly oblivious to the uncontrollable pulse of his erection threatening to tear through his pants. “Water, right. I’ll grab some from the kitchen,” he mumbled, rushing past her.
Moments later, he returned with a glass and a bottle of chilled spring water. She sat at the kitchen counter, crossing her legs. The movement drew his eye to the hem of her skirt riding up, revealing the creamy expanse of her thighs. “Ah, fresh water is truly refreshing,” she purred, taking a sip.
Suddenly, she gasped, water spilling from her cup. “Oh, what a clumsy girl I am! I’ve spilled water on my blouse.” Staring down, she dabbed helplessly at the wet spot, which did nothing but emphasize the budding peaks of her breasts. “Perhaps you have a towel?”
“Let me,” he said, moving to assist her. But as he approached, she slipped down from the stool, her hand coming to rest on his chest.
“I know a better way to warm me up.” She leaned in, her pert lips a hair’s breadth from his. “Will you give me that, John?”
He didn’t hesitate. Sliding a hand to the back of her head, he pulled her into a searing kiss. Their tongues dueled, stoking the flickering embers of passion roaring to life between them. She moaned, pressing herself flush against his hard length.
“Bedroom,” she gasped out. He hadn’t even realized he’d scooped her up in his arms, but now he hurried towards the bedroom, kissing her with frenzied hunger.
The bed creaked as he laid her down, crawling over her. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, yanking impatiently until it fell open. She reversed their positions, straddling his hips as her deft hands explored the hard planes of his chest.
“Take me,” she whispered, that seductive voice enough to crumble rock. Leaning down, she nipped at his earlobe as her hands fumbled with his belt. The zip of his fly echoed in the room, his predicament twanging free. Wasting no time, her tight heat engulfed him as she sank down to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the feeling of her rippling around his shaft breathtaking. She rose up until only the tip remained inside, and then she dropped back down, working up a steady rhythm. Her movements grew faster, more urgent, until they were bouncing in a frenzy, chasing the rapture so near.
John thrust up to meet her, their bodies moving in sync as they climbed higher. She came first, crying out his name as her muscles clamped down on him like a vise. The sensation of her climax pushed him over the edge. With a guttural shout, he poured himself into her heat, pulsing what felt like a gallon of his seed.
Breathing heavily, they collapsed together, her head pillowed on his chest. She traced a finger through the sweat beading on his pecs. “I think you’ll be ordering from Belladonna Deliveries more often, won’t you John?”
He chuckled, exhausted but deeply satisfied. “Only if you’re on the delivery menu,” he murmured, smuggling her closer in the aftermath of their intense coupling.
