Aria Horyuji Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

An der Quelle der japanischen Zivilisation

I rush outta there, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. Horyuji is packed today! I mean, who knew a small town could have so many peeps? I almost tripped over a kid with a camera. Seriously, kid, watch where you’re pointin’ that thing!

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