As Runa came out of the ticket gate at Otsuka Station, she waved her hand slightly. She said it was her first time in this street and looked around curiously. Although she should be used to the crowds in Shibuya, here she seemed a bit timid.
When she smiles, her eyes narrow.
Each time, the stiffness from earlier would ease away, revealing a lightness befitting his age.
The hair was close to gold in color. It had been black until recently. When asked why he changed it, he just said "for no particular reason" and smiled vaguely. He seemed like someone who doesn't look for reasons behind changes.
He says he works at an izakaya. He mentions that his nails and hair are free to style as he likes, and adds that he also enjoys drinking. He says he becomes cheerful when he drinks, but this place is already lively enough.
It seems most of the people he's dated in the past were serious types. She talked about having dated a man close to forty, as if it were someone else's business. She said she was the one who made the first move. When asked why, she simply replied, 'Because he was my type.'
When I heard that her hobby was knitting, I was speechless for a moment. Her slender fingertips handling the yarn don't match up with the woman in front of me. But perhaps it's these inconsistencies that make us human.
She kept talking non-stop. She said she applied because she was interested, as if it were nothing special. Curiosity outweighed hesitation in that voice.
The room fell suddenly silent upon entry. The lightness from earlier seemed to have vanished somewhere.
It was the first experience after turning twenty, he said, lowering his gaze slightly. I can only imagine what kind of 'serious' she was.
The hem of her short dress swayed, lagging behind her movements. Whether it was intentional or not is unclear, but her underwear was about to be visible. Her defenselessness left me speechless.
When I pointed the camera at her, she slightly pulled back.
Still, it's not completely rejected.
The embarrassment and the willingness to accept were both there at the same time.
Pink and black lace is obscene.
Her fellatio, with her oral cavity being an erogenous zone, provided pleasure beyond foreplay. She glanced towards the camera while making noise. When I writhed, she narrowed her eyes cutely.
"I'm an S and an M," Runa analyzes herself like that. There was no lie in those words.
As I inserted my erect dick into her already wet pussy, the face that had been taunting me with a smirk like a little devil instantly turned into a woman's face. Blonde but likes knitting, S but is M. I wanted to see more of this gap in her, so I kept thrusting my hips.
