Asian Persuasion

It was another exultant night, a big win by the home team. Afterwards, Jamaal took Rin to a little nook he'd found at the base of the arena, providing some solace a star player badly needed: privacy. It was dark and dank and perfect.

Jamaal tugged his jersey off, revealing his immaculately built chest and abs, and Rin lustfully tugged down his shorts and jockstrap, revealing that his large cock was already stiffening up. Jamaal easily peeled off her clothes, exposing her lithe Asian body and amazing ass.

"Shit, you're fine," he said, nostrils flaring. "Surprise you ain't asked me home for supper yet."

Rin smiled a little bit, wanly, and then frowned.

"I would, believe me. My parents always wanted me to marry a Japanese boy originally. Then they adjusted their expectations and hoped I'd end up with some boring white man. A Black man ... that'd be a big adjustment for them. Perhaps someday I could get them there. But maybe for now ... your side bitch. Everyone needs them, as athletes. Their main girls for the off-season. But when you get in season ..."

Jamaal smirked. "Side bitch season." Rin blushed and nodded.

"Exactly. And keeps us a secret from prying eyes." She pushed him back onto the old bench in this storage room, her small frame clambering up him, holding that monster cock straight as she lowered her sex onto him. She squatted, closing her eyes as she sank lower, inch by inch. He reached up, working her light brown nipples, then letting his hand slide down to work her clit. Soon enough, she was bouncing up and down, both lovers wanting more deep down, but settling for the moment and the secret of the now.