Back when I wasn't having any luck and had lost motivation, I spotted a slightly tired-looking girl walking by. I gathered my courage, approached her, and invited her to dinner. She had moved from Tokyo to Osaka three months prior and seemed to be feeling homesick. Maybe she was touched by my genuine Kanto dialect—when I invited her to a hotel, she immediately agreed. Sitting on the sofa, she said, "I'm feeling kinda nervous," yet still exchanged deep, passionate kisses with me. When I groped her breasts, I was surprised by their size. I almost pushed forward right then, but she suggested taking a shower first. Since there were hidden cameras in the room, I resisted rushing in and patiently waited. When she returned from the bathroom wearing just a bathrobe and sat back on the sofa, she started touching her own chest. Her breathing grew heavy, and I could hear her moans. I had her get on all fours, lifted her ass up, and ran my fingers along her slit through her panties, pressing firmly on her clit. After yanking off her underwear, I teasingly licked her shy pussy with the tip of my tongue. Once she was nicely slick, I aggressively fingered her until she squirted. And then, after the long-awaited thrill of my real Kanto accent, it was time to amaze her with my bare cock.