Anna Saijo Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

Lightbulb! Brothel’s got dis… vibe, ya know? Like, forbidden fruit, but fruit’s kinda mushy. “The air thick with spirits,” movie says – here, it’s thick wit smoke an’ lies. I hate da liars most – “Oh, Gru, it’s just fun!” Fun? Pah! Tell dat to da poor sods cryin’ after. Me, I’d rather vatch *Tropical Malady* ten times den step in dere. Surprised me how loud it vas – yellin’, laughin’, glass breakin’. Tought, “Dis is chaos, I love it, I hate it!”

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Penetration after rubbing cock and pussy against each other for an oily intercrural sex session felt too good!

First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

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