White Jack's Honeymoon

A month later, Alisa and White Jack were in Thailand. In America, White Jack was viewed as a lesser type of man. Poor, disheveled, old, perverted. But here, he was just another American expat.

He stretched out, his hand on Alisa's ass, looking at the maze of females and ladyboys looking for clientele. He should have been here years ago, he knew. This was home.

"Why don't we get upstairs?" he told Alisa. "All these girls are getting me horny."

"Everything gets you horny," Alisa said, rolling her eyes. "But who am I to complain?"

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She was so beautiful. Lithe and golden, with tight brown pussylips that hugged his white cock so well. He pushed, and she yielded, until his balls rested on her tight asshole. The pervert and his bride kissed, his tongue pushing deep into her own mouth. He thrust, time and again, his thick white cock twitching inside her.

"Breed me," Alisa begged. "Give me a baby White Jack. Give your Thai bride your white baby."

Jack needed no other invitation.