Little restaurant

This was certainly not an easy decision to make... But The hardest choices require the strongest wills.

Damian did it.

The little restaurant was too big for Damian's white penis, but the Japanese woman in a form-fitting kimono that accentuated her petite yet shapely frame was too good of a tempting element.

She was even more breathtaking up close - porcelain skin, almond-shaped eyes, and full, pouty lips. Her kimono hugged every curve, the silky fabric straining against pert breasts and a tiny waist.

"Konichiwa, welcome to our humble establishment," she greeted softly in lightly accented English, bowing slightly. "I am Sakura. How may I serve you today?"

A faint blush colored her cheeks. Despite her professional demeanor, Damian sensed an undercurrent of shy excitement in her mannerisms.

"I'm here for dinner", Damian said smoothly, his deep voice sending a shiver down Sakura's spine. She bowed again, lower this time, giving him an enticing view down the front of her kimono.

"Of course, sir. Please follow me." Sakura led him to a private booth in the back, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. As she slid into the seat across from him, she leaned forward slightly, inadvertently offering a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.

"What can I recommend from our menu tonight?" Her tongue darted out to wet her plump lips nervously as she awaited his response.

Damian leaned back in his seat, spread his legs wide and licked the girl in a kimono with a lustful look.

"I'm thinking I'd like to sample some of your... specialties. Why don't you start by telling me what's on the house menu tonight?"

Sakura's breath hitched, a visible shudder running through her delicate frame at his brazen implication. She glanced around furtively before leaning in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"We have some... off-menu items available for important foreigners such as yourself," she breathed, long lashes fluttering.

"Let me guess. Are you offering me young Japanese meat?" He looks up and down.

Sakura swallowed hard, meeting Damian's penetrating stare. In a husky murmur, she began reciting her attributes like a practiced sales pitch.

"A first-class article, sir. Primarily untouched, with only limited experience. Age eighteen years, height five feet two inches. One hundred twenty pounds, evenly distributed..." Her hands smoothed over her small curves demonstratively. "...A cup breasts, slender waist, round derriere."

His eyes roamed hungrily over her petite frame, drinking in every detail she highlighted.

"Enough. Pass me this piece of meat under the table. I think we should first take care of my hygiene, and then we'll test the tightness of this piece of meat."

Nodding her head vigorously, Sakura dropped to her knees and reached under the table, unbuttoning the pants of an important customer.

She was a rather poor worker, as not only had she failed to solve the customer's hygiene problem, but she had exacerbated it with careless and sloppy oral sex. She was lucky that Damian enjoyed ruining Japanese women's makeup, especially in this way.

This small restaurant didn't have many customers, but there was only one waitress, and she was extremely busy with a guest from abroad.

Loud sucking sounds, wheezing, and smacking sounds could be heard in the quiet and cozy dining room.

The Japanese men diligently pretended not to hear or notice the fornication taking place, while the women made no secret of their interest but didn't make the first move.

Quite soon, the hygiene session was over, and it was time to sample the Japanese meat. And then Demian showed no sign of embarrassment, seating Sakura right at the table and beginning to fuck her right there.

No one complained. Probably. Damian heard nothing but moans, screams and slaps of flesh.

Damian Griferson had remarkable patience, but he was a little hungry. A second meal was an interesting and enjoyable pastime, especially since Sakura looked quite atmospheric in her tight kimono.

The young Japanese meat was indeed fresh and tight, and Damian didn't regret choosing this establishment for a snack.

Perhaps if Sakura held out long enough, he'd leave enough sperm in her low-class, perverted cunt to give her a child as a souvenir, as a tip from a white visitor.

However, they were only just getting started.