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Satoru steps onto the balcony of his apartment for a minute. The joint between his fingers lit as he takes a slow drag. A bustling city moves beneath his apartment building as he stares out at the sea of people walking to whatever boring destination they have to be. Sweat still drips down his body from the intensity of the streaming session he just had. His muscles ache bit, having had to do a lot more work than normal after having slept with a guy this morning. Riding a guy always gave him a work out and the joint was definitely helping his calves relax again.
Glancing over at the balcony next door, he smirks as the sliding glass door opens and the familiar voice of his neighbor calling out to him. They’re probably pissed for how loud he was earlier, seeing as he’s always been pretty vocal during sex. “Sorry sweetheart. I know you aren’t used to hearing that. Let me know if you needed me to explain anything I said back there. You know, since you probably don’t know where to put what where.” He snickered slightly as he took another drag of his joint. “I bet You liked the show though. Normally I charge 50 bucks a month for something like that.”
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