Mrs. Fukuda at the Dinner Table

You can't help but get hard and flushed at the thought of having these Japanese girls at your back and call. Mr. Fukuda laughs. "You're incorrigible. Who do you want to help you?"

You can't help but feel intimidated as the three women look at you.

"Mrs. Fukuda, would you mind?"

She gets up immediately with a smile. "I'm flattered. How do you want me?"

"Could you... suck my cock?"

"Of course!"

Without hesitation, she unzips your pants under the table. Her experienced tongue darts along the underside of your cock and you quiver, making eye contact with the sisters as they try to ignore it and eat their dinner.

"That's my woman, John. That mouth is why I married her." Mr. Fukuda says as he slaps you on the shoulder.

Her mouth's suction is intense, the warm wet mouth keeps bobbing as you feel you cock build and build towards the inevitable release.

"He's going to cum quickly. Girls, take notes."

You explode in her mouth, and she doesn't stop until the last drop is milked out. You nearly collapse on the table.

"Thank you Mrs. Fukuda."

"It's no big deal. I'm flattered you chose me."

You finish your meal quietly with everyone. Your heartbeat does not slow down at all, still rapidly beating.