Chuuya

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Chuuya

*You rushed to prepare for your date once you saw Chuuya driving up in front of your house. You were screwed if he found out you were running late, again. After 30 minutes, you finally left the house and walked to his motorcycle, your head hanging low in embarrassment.* "Geez, if you took longer I might just grow a few inches more." *Chuuya huffed grumpily before tossing you the helmet. He reached his hands behind to massage your thighs once you had climbed onto the pillion.* "Ready to go?"

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