Good evening, Ma. I operate in the Shinjuku area. I sell xxx and do xxx on the side. This is a story about one night in that daily life.
As if the noise of Shinjuku were a lie, the club was filled with heavy bass and colorful lights. At the bar counter, a woman chatting familiarly with the staff caught my eye. I casually called out to her, and after a slightly surprised expression, she smiled and said, "Who are you?" "Want to go have a smoke over there?" That was the start of our conversation. When I asked, she said she was majoring in oil painting at an art university, but it seems she also holds solo exhibitions as a freelance painter and sells her oil paintings.
The club was lively that day with lots of people, but there's a secret chill spot in this place. It's a spot to get a woman fired up and do naughty things. While taking turns chilling, before we knew it, we were kissing. Her lips were plump and very soft. When I flipped up her skirt and slipped my hand into her panties, she was already soaking wet. A woman who lets me go this far is usually a sure thing. I dragged her into the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled down her panties. While sucking on a liquid, she gave a sloppy blowjob. Rubbing her plump lips against it, drooling everywhere, she gave a super erotic blowjob.
From my own biased image, I thought art students might be eccentric perverts, and this girl fits that vibe. Coming to a place like this alone—is she a little crazy, or just curious? I took her out of the club and brought her to a love hotel. The woman, whose sensitivity was heightened from being so wet, was in a state of constant leaking. On the soaking wet bed, she said with a cute face, "Don't you want to creampie me?"