Round Two with AV Goddess

This was my second time trackin’ down Iroha after those ripper reviews had me hooked the first go. Her E-cup assets were still burned in my brain, so I booked her again quicker than a cold tinnie vanishes at a barbie. She pinged me her address, and I fought through Melbourne’s bloody traffic, dodgin’ trams and dickhead drivers, till I snagged a park near her high-rise. Heart pumpin’ like a V8, I rocked up to her apartment, the air thick with that same rose and cedarwood vibe that got me last time.
Iroha swings the door open, and fuck me, she’s still a Japanese knockout with that smirk that’d make ya pants twitch. Those E-cups? Still fuckin’ massive, no filter bullshit—hotter than her pics, just like I remembered. She’s got that same sultry, take-no-shit attitude, hittin’ me with flirty one-liners like we’re pickin’ up right where we left off. Her sleek apartment’s got that killer city view and mood lightin’, and any first-time jitters are long gone. I’m frothin’ like a kid at a servo pie stand.
We dive into a hot oil massage this time, and shit, Iroha’s hands are pure filth in the best way. She’s workin’ my shoulders, slidin’ over every knot with this slow, teasin’ grip, droppin’ cheeky comments that get me revved. Her breath’s on my neck again, and it’s like she’s unravelin’ me all over, half chill, half ready to explode. It’s even better than last time, like she’s upped her game just for me.
When we hit the main show, Iroha’s all fire. She’s callin’ the shots with this wild, playful edge, like she’s dancin’ to her own dirty tune. Her profile’s “open to adventure” bit ain’t just talk—me bein’ a vanilla bloke didn’t stop her from makin’ it a fuckin’ riot. We tried some new moves, her laugh bouncin’ off the walls, but there was a sec where we didn’t quite sync—maybe I was chasin’ the first time’s high. She just winked, dialed it back, and got me locked in with that pro charm.
All up, Iroha’s still a bloody legend. Those E-cups and her take-charge vibe make her a proper standout. If she’s your type, she’s a deadset cracker. Didn’t quite hit that magic spark again—hard to say why—but her service is top-fuckin’-notch, and I left grinnin’ like a shot fox. Reckon I’ll be back for round three.

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