Give in to the moment. "It’s been so long since I’ve felt this kind of desire. Maybe I should just let go and enjoy it. He’s clearly into me, and I’m into him. Why fight it?"

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked down at his cock, thick and hard in my hand. I knew I should stop this, should push him away, but there was something about the way he was looking at me, something that made me want to please him.

I turned towards him, my hand wrapping around his cock as I began to stroke him slowly. I leaned in, my body twisting so that my cleavage was on full display, my face inches from his. I could feel his breath on my cheek, could see the way his eyes darkened as he looked at me.

"You have such small, delicate hands," he murmured, his eyes flicking from my hand on his cock to my face. "I bet you're tight, aren't you? All Japanese girls are, they're so small, so tight." I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, a feeling of unease mixing with the desire coursing through me. No one had ever talked to me like this, had ever objectified me like this. But right now, in this moment, it wasn't all that bad.

Suddenly, his hand was in my hair, his lips crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I gasped, my eyes closing as I leaned into him, my hand still stroking his cock. His tongue pushed into my mouth, exploring, demanding, and I found myself responding, my tongue tangling with his as I lost myself in the kiss.

I heard the sound of my own moan, a sound I hadn't even realized I had made. Deion pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You like that, don't you, Aiko?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You like touching me, you like kissing me. You're so fucking hot, I bet you're wet right now, aren't you?"

"I-I don't know," I stammered, my cheeks flushing at his words. But before I could say anything else, his hand was on my neck, pushing me down towards his cock. "Shh," he said, his voice low. "You don't need to say anything, Aiko. Just show me."

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, of doubts and fears. But in that moment, all I could do was open my mouth, my body responding to his touch, his command. I felt him guide my head down, felt him press his cock against my lips, and I obeyed, my tongue flicking out to taste him.

"That's it, Aiko, just like that," he groaned, his hand on the back of my head, guiding me, urging me on.

"Your little mouth is so fucking delicious, Aiko," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked my mouth. "Your mouth was made for this, wasn't it? To suck cock?"

"Mmm," I tried to reply, but my words were muffled, lost in the feel of him, the taste of him. I tried to focus, to do as he asked, but before I could really begin, his body tensed, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he came.

I pulled back, my eyes wide as I looked at him, shock coursing through me. I had never been with a man who came so quickly, who was so… eager. It was both flattering and slightly disconcerting.

"Fuck, Aiko, that was amazing," he groaned, his body slumping back in the seat as he caught his breath.

I could taste him, salty and bitter, on my tongue. I swallowed instinctively, my eyes flicking down to his cock, still hard despite his release. It was covered in a mix of his cum and my spit, the sight both dirty and strangely arousing.

"You know, Aiko, it's not usually like this," he said, his voice breathless as he looked at me. "I mean, I've always wanted to fuck a Japanese girl, and you're just so fucking hot, your mouth is so goddamn delicious, I couldn't help it. I've never come so quickly, not like that."

I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to his words. A part of me was flattered, a part of me that liked the idea of driving him crazy, of being desired so much. But another part of me, the part that was still reeling from the suddenness of it all, was questioning. But both parts of me were throbbing with need, aching for release, so i didn't really care.

"Give me a few minutes, Aiko, and I'll be ready to go again," he said, his voice confident as he zipped up his pants. "And this time, it'll last longer. Much longer. What do you say we find a motel?"

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I considered his words. A part of me knew I should say no, should insist on going home, on ending this now. But i couldn't resist the temptation. "Okay," I heard myself say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let's go."

I followed Deion into the seediest motel I had ever seen, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in the peeling paint, the flickering neon sign. I knew this was a bad idea, knew that I was playing with fire. But my body was aching, my mind consumed by the desire coursing through me.

I looked around the room, my eyes widening as I took in the sheer number of advertisements. They were everywhere, tacked to the walls, stuck to the mirror, each one more explicit than the last. There were ads for trans women, for cis women, for masseuses who offered 'special services'. I had never seen anything like it, never imagined a place could be so… open about its business. My eyes landed on a poster of a transvestite, her body on full display, her cock larger than any I had ever seen. I couldn't help but stare, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized just how far from my comfort zone I had come.

"You like what you see, Aiko?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement as he followed my gaze to the poster.

I turned to face him, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I've just never seen anything like this before," I admitted, my voice soft. "It's… intense."

I took a step back, my eyes widening as I took in his naked form. He was close, too close, his body almost touching mine. I had been so distracted by the room, by the posters, that I hadn't even noticed him undressing. He wasn't handsome, not by any stretch of the imagination. His face was rough, his body too thin, his skin covered in a patchy layer of hair. But despite his appearance, there was something about him, something that made my heart pound in my chest.

Before I could say anything, before I could react, his hands were on me, his lips crashing down on mine in a hungry kiss. I gasped, my eyes widening in shock as he ground against me, his body urgent, eager. "Are you ready to be split in half by my cock?" he whispered in my ear, his voice low and husky. His cock was nothing special, average in size and shape, but in that moment, I didn't care. I wanted him.

I let my jacket fall to the floor, my body already aching with need as I looked up at him, a challenge in my eyes. "You talk a big game, Deion," I said, my voice low and teasing. "But can you back it up?" I saw his eyes darken, saw the hunger in his gaze as he looked at me, his hands reaching out to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples through the thin fabric of my top.

I froze, my body tensing as he continued to touch me, his words sending a shiver of unease down my spine. "You know, Aiko, I've always had a thing for Asian girls," he said, his voice low as he squeezed my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples. "Such small, perky tits, such tight, little asses. You're just like I imagined, Aiko. So fucking hot.", his voice laced with a hunger that made my stomach twist. I had never been with a man who was so fixated on my ethnicity, who used it as a source of desire. "You keep talking about my body like it's some kind of… exotic delicacy," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me. "It's… uncomfortable." I wanted to say more, wanted to tell him to stop, to ask him why he was so fixated on my ethnicity. But I was here for one reason, and one reason only. And it wasn't to discuss the politics of his fetish.

As his hands slid under my top, as his fingers brushed against my bare skin, I couldn't help but wonder about his fetish. Was it the exoticism, the otherness of it all? The idea of a 'submissive' Asian girl, eager to please? I had never been with a man who was so fixated on my ethnicity, who used it as a source of desire. But as he continued to touch me, as he continued to praise my body, I found myself responding, my body aching with a need that overrode my discomfort.

I watched as he fumbled with my belt, his hands struggling with the buckle as he tried to undo it. There was something about the sight of him, so eager, so **** to get me out of my clothes, that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me. I reached down, my hands covering his, guiding him as I whispered in his ear, "Let me help you with that."

I undid my belt and button, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for him to make his move. And he didn't disappoint. His hand was there, slipping inside my panties, his fingers finding my clit with ease. I gasped, my body arching into his touch as I whispered, "Yes, Deion. Just like that."

"Fuck, Aiko, you're so wet," he groaned, his fingers slipping inside me, exploring my depths. "You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you."

I bit down on his earlobe, my body squirming as I remembered his fetish, his desire for Asian girls. "Why don't you use that cock of yours instead of your fingers?" I whispered, my voice husky with desire. He reacted immediately, his body tensing as he let out a low groan. "Fuck, Aiko, you're killing me," he said, his voice laced with hunger as he continued to touch me, his fingers sliding in and out of me. I could feel his cock pressing against me, could feel his eagerness, his desperation. It was a heady feeling, a feeling of power, of control. And I loved it.

I couldn't help but moan as he continued to touch me, his fingers expertly playing my body like an instrument. "Deion," I gasped, my voice breathless with desire. "I'm serious, fuck me already."

I reached down to help him push my jeans down my legs. While he struggled with the tight denim, I quickly pulled my top off, tossing it to the side as I stood there, completely naked. I could feel his eyes on me, could feel his hunger, his desire. I turned, my hips swaying as I walked towards the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I climbed onto the mattress, my legs spreading wide as I looked up at him, a challenge in my eyes. "Well, Deion? What are you waiting for?"

I could feel him climbing onto the bed, could feel his body pressing against mine, his erection hot and hard against my thigh. But as he positioned himself between my legs, as he reached down to guide himself inside me, I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as I remembered the one thing we hadn't discussed. "Wait," I said, my voice steady despite the desire coursing through me. "Do you have a condom?" The words seemed to hang in the air, a stark reminder of the reality of our situation. I could see the surprise in his eyes, could see the hesitation as he looked down at me.

"I don't have one," he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. "I always pull out. It's fine, Aiko. I can control it." I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I considered his words. I had always been careful, had always insisted on protection. But in that moment, with him positioned between my legs, I found myself questioning my own rules. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

I hesitated, my body tensing as I considered his words. "Are you sure, Deion?" I asked, again. His eyes met mine, his gaze intense as he nodded. "Yes, Aiko," he said, his voice laced with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. "I want to feel that tight, little Asian pussy of yours. No condom." I bit my lip, my mind racing as I weighed my options. A part of me wanted to stop, to insist on protection. But another part of me, the part that was aching with need, the part that was **** for release, was considering his words, was considering giving in.