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.