Allison Iwaizumi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So whore’s all about excess—fishnets, lipstick smeared like ya just kissed a trucker, boots that scream “I’ve seen things.” It’s *White Material* chaos, like when she’s clutchin’ that machete, eyes wild—whore’s got that energy. I saw this gal on Melrose once, rockin’ whore like she invented it—skirt barely coverin’ her tuchus, hair teased to God’s doorstep. I’m like, “Wow, you’re brave or insane!” Made me happy, though—takes guts to look that unhinged. But then I got mad—why’s this cost so much? $200 for a top that’s just threads? Gimme a break!

— Short Skirt warnings : hard dom iwa, fem! reader,...

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I was feeling like a king. But then, bam! I spilled soy sauce all over my shirt. Great start, right? I looked like I’d been attacked by a sushi monster.

Report on ‘PIGMENT COLOR PHILOSOPHY Vol. 5:Colors of clouds and skies—scenes created by hand painting,’ a talk session featuring Nizo Yamamoto