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I usually write about the girls from Ginza and rarely write about the ones from No. 42, simply because I don't go there often.
I saw a girl online—172 cm tall with long, gorgeous legs and a weight of 58 kg. In my experience, that is a perfect figure. When I contacted the front desk, they mentioned her looks were just average. I thought to myself: average face plus a perfect body still nets a score of 85. Definitely worth a try.
I arrived early for our appointment and waited in the small lobby. Just then, a tall girl in a black minidress walked past me. The hem fell right below her hips, making her legs look extraordinarily long. My eyes lit up. After a moment's hesitation, I hurried to the front desk to ask her name. The guy at the desk smiled and said, "The girl you booked actually came out ten minutes early."
Shortly after, ERI walked up to me, took my hand, and led me to the room. Good grief—the front desk guy said her looks were average? He must be spoiled by seeing way too many beauties. To me, ERI was gorgeous, with voluptuous yet sexy long legs and wide, beautifully rounded hips.
I couldn't even wait to take a shower. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist. Everywhere my hands touched, her skin felt silky smooth and delicate—the kind of youthful skin you can never get enough of. Once the black dress came off, she revealed a pair of lovely, perkily elegant B-cup breasts. Honestly, just touching her skin and kissing her chest was pure bliss, even without the act itself.
I laid her on the bed and began kissing her all over. But due to the language barrier, I couldn't tell if she was allergic or just uncomfortable; either way, she gently stopped me.
In the missionary position, I looked down at her closely. ERI was the exact embodiment of what I envisioned as my ideal Japanese girl.
Everything was utterly divine—until a phone chime shattered the bliss. I checked my watch and saw there should still be twenty-five minutes left. Her explanation was that time starts the moment you enter the room, leaving only ten minutes. At that point, my attempt to reason with her was far from gentlemanly. A anti-climactic end to a wonderful session.
Would I see her again? I would love to. However, it feels terrible to mentally prepare for an hour of bliss only to have it cut short after forty -five minutes.
If you think you can work around that timing issue, she would be your absolute best choice.
