My Asian Live-In Lover

My name is Becky. Last year, in order to help pay the bills, my husband and I decided to rent out a room in our home. We live in a college town so we didn’t think it would take long to find a renter. Sure enough, we quickly had a number of applicants.
Mark, my husband, allowed me the pleasure of screening the potential roommates. When I met Jin, a college freshman at the local university, I knew I’d found my man. He was a tall, well-built, and handsome young Asian man. He mentioned that he worked out at the gym every day for hours and it showed. As we talked flirtatiously about his background, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have him in the sack. The boy was dripping with charisma, and that wasn’t the only thing dripping – my panties were getting soaked and I could feel my pussy walls beginning to open in anticipation.