My Philippine girlfriend took me home with a foreign love on a summer trip.

The day my Philippine girlfriend took me home, the summer sun turned her darker and brighter, and she stood at the door of the house in short skirts, with a little provocative smile, and I followed her into the house, and her mother was busy in the kitchen. And then, while she kept me down at the end of the hall while I wasn't paying attention, so close to the wall, she breathed and fell in my ear, and her fingers were squeezing my collar, and she looked straight at me like she was trying to hold it for how long, after dinner, and she used to show me the room and put the door behind me and whispered to my chest that there was only us here, and her hands slowly moved from my waist to her back, and she moved bold and she stopped on the edge.