As Wei-Ling, feeling completely at ease in the zen-like green realm that enveloped her, continued to spank the disembodied Caucasian rump that hovered so helplessly in front of her, squirming stupidly against its magical fetters, she envisioned herself as a living personification of the East in the act of punishing the backside of the arrogant, prideful West. Indeed, the whole continent of Europe seemed to have shrunk down to that gluttunously well-fattened butt, and each blow appeared to be rattling each o (Patreon)