Jo Ann: Squat Shaved Twat

Description

There’s nothing quite like heading out on patrol in the rickety sidecar of a Philippine tricycle. The warm wind in your hair, the roaring Honda engine just inches away from your knees and the woodland camo BDU top of your driver flapping in the breeze. (You know it’s gonna be a good patrol when you’re driver’s rockin’ the woodland camo!) These things together are a sure sign that you’re setting off on a brand new nookie-nabbing adventure in one of the World’s best little hunting grounds for serious Southeast Asian snatch-masters.

As glorious and ideallyic as it all sounds, not everything always run smoothly on these puss patrols of ours. On top of the abhorrent motor vehicle pollution emitting from every tailpipe, reckless drivers trying to kill you, gigantic trike-devouring pot-holes, hot sticky humidity, crooked local fuzz, and scamming blackmailing streetgirls, there’s also the odd chance you might jolt or bump your patrol-cam hard enough so as to screw up the ride’s footage and miss out on your pending poon pick-up.

Unfortunately for Tourist Bob, that is exactly what happened and he wasn’t able to capture his initial meeting with this lovely 5 foot 3 inch bundle of fun he met outside the mall. After fouling up his trike cam on the ride, the action picks back up after he already talked the girl into joining him back in his room to escape the brutal heat. You see, most experienced patrolmen use a smaller, lightweight cam for their actual trike patrols, and switch to a larger, higher-quality cam for the in-room shooting.

As you’ll note from the start, this cutie Jo Ann was sweating like a good girl in a sleazy foreigner’s hotel room from the get-go. At 22 years of age, her level of goodness was about to be put to the test by this ever-more-experienced pussy hound of ours. A department store salesgirl by trade, Bob was hoping to get a sample of her most valuable product before the paid hour on his short-time room was up. Judging by some of her admitted past history, things were looking pretty good for him with each revealing answer. There’s nothing that loosens a girl up more than asking lighthearted questions about her sex life.

It wasn’t much longer before Jo Ann was naked on the bed and doing her best cam-slut impression with all kinds of self-touching and moaning. I’ll tell ya, for a short little thing she was quite the thick piece of ass. Very spankable and comfy looking; perfect for a nice roll in the hay, or a musky bed-sheet with dubious stains as it were. She must’ve missed lunch today because she made a fucking meal out of Bob’s cock once presented, and didn’t pass up on the nuts either, regardless of how hairy.

If Bob’s junk was bewhiskered, Jo Ann’s was the polar opposite. Her beautifully clean shaven clam-burger was so spotless it almost glistened in the light. Bob then went on to make sure it was glistening on the inside too once he began packing it with throbbing knob. Jo Ann hadn’t been lying when she said she loved to fuck. She moaned with pleasure and delight while taking in dick from every which angle.

After pumping her from behind a good bit, which is exactly what I would’ve done most with such a bubbly round ass, Bob put her on her back and stroked that cooch some more before withdrawing to paste her face with jism. Despite hinting that she would swallow earlier, Jo Ann instead just rubbed it all into her face in a manner I don’t think I’ve seen before. I mean, she really worked it in there like it was lotion or something.

Did she think a white man’s nut might have some kind of “skin-whitening” effect? A girl this brown from the Southern Islands might as well give it up. No amount of bogus skin-whitening cosmetics or foreign jizz will lighten up that deep a tone. Although, a carefully placed internal shot could inject the desired paleness to the bloodlines. Ah, maybe next time. If not Bob, then surely someone else.