ng for him.
"Lee?! What ...?" Dwight asked. With amazing power Lee seized the Sergeant by
the shoulders, pulled him around and pushed him against the wall.
"W-what ...?" Dwight stammered.
"Being an Ameri you are quite bashful, Mr. Dwight," Lee said and stripped
the biker jacket from Dwight's shoulders. He unbuttohe marine's jeans
and sled his hands uhe T-Shirt. Dwight ulled into a kiss and
while his jeans traveled down to his ankles he felt two hands squeezing
deftly his bare buttocks. That did it.
"Being an Asian you are quite straight-forward, Mr. Lee." Dwight pulled the
Asian into a firm embrad soowo men were sinking down on one of
the black leather couches increasingly unaware about what was going on
around them.
Lee was sitting straddled on Dwight's groin. Pulling the T-Shirt over his
head he moved his hips seductively bad forth. Dwight's cock expanded
rapidly when the fabric of Lee's jeans was rubbing alongside the impressive
shaft. In the dim light Dwight reized a dragon tattoo on Lee's right
ped a sun tatto his belly button.
Lee smiled down on the beefy Sergeant. His hands covered for an instant
Dwight's firm pectorals. The soldier's man tits responded promptly when the
Asian rubbed the fleshy knobs between his thumbs and index fingers.
Lee bent down on Dwight and started to lick the marihroat.
"Ohh ... yeah ... that feels good ...", a soft moan escaped from Dwight's mouth.
His eyes were halfway shut and his hands were caressing Lee's bad
shoulders.
"You like it?" Lee whispered into Dwight's ear.
"Yes .. I like it," Dwight's back arched with pleasure when Lee was nibbling
at his earlobes. All the while Lee's hips were rubbing and undulating across
Dwight's groin keeping him hard and turning him on.
"Mmmhhhh ...' Lee's tongue slipped snake-like inside his mou