Freya Odacho Oda Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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.

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Odachi. Mizuki lifts the Odachi with her right hand as if it were not heavy and puts it on her shoulder, and displays a predatory smile.

After that, I’m walking down Kiyomizu Street, and I see this little café. It’s called “Kawaii Coffee” or something. I’m like, “I need caffeine!” So I go in, and the barista is this super cute girl. She’s all smiles, and I’m trying to play it cool. But then, I spill my drink all over the counter. Ugh! I’m mortified. She just laughs it off, though. I think I might’ve blushed.

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