Yellow Fever

I spot a lovely Asian young lady in the crowd. Perfect.

"Hey." I tell her. Normally, I'd never have the balls to talk to her, but hey why not chat her up before her?

"Um, hey?" She questioned confused. She was absolutely beautiful. Her slim, pale face with classically Asian almond shaped eyes, B cup tits covered by a Sailor Moon t shirt.

"So, is it true about Asian chicks being submissive and fuck hungry?" I ask, barely even hearing yourself.

"Excuse me? What the fuck?!" She protests and starts to walk off.

"Okay, enough of this." I say grabbing her by the arm, pulling her closer then I start to rip her shirt off.