When I see a nubile East Asian woman walking around, our eyes always meet. This lasts exactly 1.5 seconds, not 0.75 second like with women of other races. This always happens no matter the settings. No matter how hard I try to avoid the gaze of an East Asian creature I know to be around, my eyes will always end up meeting with hers for exactly 1.5 seconds. This is a phenomenon experienced by and only by those in the terminal stage of yellow fever. My peepee then extends to 17 real centimeters and five letters are printed into my mind: BREED. Next thing you know, a hot streaming load of European DNA will be deposited deep in her vaginal cavity as her legs push my body in.
This is how I met this Korean girl that I ended up creampieing in a park at night. She bled although she wasn't a virgin. She was making little piggy noises, very cute. She was orgasming from vaginal penetration alone. Next day, we did it at my place again and she was in awe at the size of my peepee (17 real centimeters). She went back to Korea and for the five next years until today she would contact me every other month, telling me she'd come to France and asking me for pictures. She was obsessed. I would always respond with one word sentences - my yellow fever was under control back then - but she kept coming back.
We and East Asian women are simply made for each other, like tin and copper. To me, half of East Asian girls are 9's, and I'm a 9 to them. The Great Architect of the Universe really did well. Thanks, I guess.
>Your country
>What's the stage of your yellow fever?
France
Terminal
This is how I met this Korean girl that I ended up creampieing in a park at night. She bled although she wasn't a virgin. She was making little piggy noises, very cute. She was orgasming from vaginal penetration alone. Next day, we did it at my place again and she was in awe at the size of my peepee (17 real centimeters). She went back to Korea and for the five next years until today she would contact me every other month, telling me she'd come to France and asking me for pictures. She was obsessed. I would always respond with one word sentences - my yellow fever was under control back then - but she kept coming back.
We and East Asian women are simply made for each other, like tin and copper. To me, half of East Asian girls are 9's, and I'm a 9 to them. The Great Architect of the Universe really did well. Thanks, I guess.
>Your country
>What's the stage of your yellow fever?
France
Terminal