Sakura

Sakura

The alley smelled of stale rain and cheap liquor. Cutting through the Southside, I saw her: a milf huddled under a busted neon sign.

Her clothes were damp, straining over a startlingly busty figure. She held out a scarred hand, her voice a rough whisper. "Please... just a few dollars."

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