Mr. Stone doesn't have any interest in marriage, dating or female friendships. Pure sex with the hottest babes is his hobby. Girls who worship cock in the smuttiest way possible. Girls who make sex nasty and transgressive. Girls who shouldn't be doing what they're doing. Cash and carry is his game plan. This way, there is no pretense, no promise he can't sustain, no lies or phoniness. Mr. Stone drives to his various business interests in a chauffeur-driven limo. In between his daily destinations, if Mr. Stone spies a delectable specimen of over-the-top sex appeal and gets hard, he will invite her into his rolling fuck chamber for a quickie. That happens today with Kianna Dior, who is dressed so that she can be spotted from five miles aways, her sleek legs, double-d tits, tight ass and sexy Asian face are almost too good to be true. She shoves her tits into the open window, sticks out her pink tongue, the tongue that has caught hundreds of sperm squirts, and Mr. Stone is hooked on the spot. He's in the driver's seat now and has to ride Kianna until Asian pussy fever is out of his system. That Kianna, so hot, the back seat got scorched.
