Subtitled Busty Nudist Japanese Housewife Interview

"Ha, you're so cute... Mm, I heard you have pictures to show me, is that right?" She smiled tilting her head as she looked down pointedly at the book he held clutched like a shield to his chest. "U-um, yeah, I do I guess, do you want to have a look?" He asked, handing the book out for her to take. Biting her lower lip for a fetish moment she shrugged and moved closer, reaching out a hand to take the book, her hand brushing gently across his hand, she gasped, “Oh my god, you’re freezing!” He blushed brightly and tried to stammer out a response but she continued speaking before he had a chance, “Just how long were you stood out there waiting for me?!” “I er, um, just a bizarre couple of hours?” “Take off your coat, come on!” She commanded and, unable to resist her will he complied, his lack of hesitation seeming to please her greatly as she watched his slender form revealed to her. After his coat had been cast aside, emboldened by his meeking she shuffled closer, moving her right arm around him over his shoulders, her other hand holding her beer bottle as she pulled him against her, the warmth of her curvy figure pressing to the coldness of his, "Mm, I’ll warm you up and you just show me and talk me through these pictures yeah?" Robin despite the warmth he froze again, her arm around his japanese shoulders, his head near her chest, his mind unable to focus on anything other than the sensation of warmth pervading his figure. After a moment she smirked and pulled japan him tighter, bringing his head down to rest on the swell of a full breast, "Come on, show me, I'm curious..." Feeling his heart hammering in his chest he felt his breath quivering out and he tried to calm himself, deciding to focus on what she wanted to distract himself he opened up the sketchbook to the first picture, "S-so um... This was your first performance in LA, I tried to capture how anxious and nervous you were, but how powerful your performance was, how brilliant you were." "Oh my god..." He heard Athena whisper as she took in the detail of the picture, pausing to take another swig of her beer "That's amazing." "It's nothing..." he said dismissively, turning over the page to the next picture, "Here's you in London, when you did your first live performance of 'Under You', my favourite song." "Wow..." she said, clearly impressed, smirking as she leaned against him, letting him talk through each of his absolutely stunning works of art as her hand absentmindedly caressed his arm. With each of his pictures and each sip of his drink he came a little more out of his shell, talking more and more about the pictures and, she was pleased to see, becoming more comfortable and relaxed in her company. By the time he was finished, she was genuinely in awe of his skill, "After I sign them, and I will, every one of them, would you mind if I took pictures for my Instagram? I'd love to share them, make people know that art as great as this exists." He blushed a little and smiled, "Yeah, of course! You can keep the book if you like... I mean I made them for you." "Ahh you're just so sweet Robin!" She gushed, laughing a little and giving him a squeeze before biting her lip, setting down her now empty bottle and pulling out her own phone, "Mm, we'll be moving in Big Boobs a little, the car I mean." Robin's smile faded, but only for a moment, feeling warmed from her company and embrace he didn’t relish the idea of letting the experience end, “O-oh… Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away talk there, I didn’t mean to keep you.” "No no! I loved it, really," she smirked, "having a cute boy enthuse about how beautiful and wonderful I am? I mean, I could listen to your voice all night." He laughed a little and she tilted her head, curious, her tone shifting. "Would you like that?" "Like what?" he asked, smiling. "To let me listen to your voice all night?" She asked, a little coyly. He blinked, his smile slipping a little, asian "I... Don't understand?" "Yes it does in some strange way. Fighting guards and lassoing horses. You leave in two days.” Every so bizarre often Carrie would gasp then smile. His people had hooves and horns, antlers and claws, and mine were of brawn japan and build, distance and strength. Katie:” How did it go?” “I started when I was eighteen, almost nineteen actually.” She asian takes a sip of her soda. “OK, you decide, it’s your home,” I tell her. When this is all over you both become my submissive play things. This was so new to her. I told Mary Big Boobs to turn around so they could see her body. “Do you think I'm beautiful?” I asked my son as we arrived at the blackberry bushes. She japanese refused. Your sexual conquests can be as slaves to you, should you wish it." “You fetish alright?