Orient

Japan felt the most foreign place to Elizabeth. It lacked the sensuality of India. Everything was hustle and bustle here. Nothing felt at peace in one of the largest cities in the world.

But Hinata had given her Keiko. The beauty had Eurasian features, and Elizabeth was absolutely entranced by her beauty. And Hinata dominated her in ways that few other men did.

Take tonight, for instance. She was bound intricately, suspended from ropes in Hinata's room. She had dried wax on her ass and pussy and thighs, the skin marred red from the heat. Her ass was marked harder, with blunt, heavy strikes from a crop.

And yet she was willing all the same, the pain and pleasure coursing through her as one. She stayed motionless, Hinata behind her, his seven inch prick plumbing her depths. She needed multiple men, and the often harsh Hinata wasn't a long term solution ... but damn did they make beautiful offspring.