I spotted a striking, standout woman dancing alone at the center of the stage. Yes — her name was Juri Sawaki. Honestly, I had never seen such a perfect body. As I stepped out of the darkness to go to the restroom, someone grabbed my arm. I was pressed against the wall and kissed fiercely. Her shirt was lifted, her nipples were licked, and her pants were pulled down. A slow, wet blowjob with varied tempo followed. I couldn't take it anymore. I stripped her clothes off and repeatedly thrust into her soaking wet pussy.
