<div class="floatleft">(http://img.rule34.xxx//images/1427/4c8019af4018ab2d0c56312056605ded3d3db589.jpeg?1504054)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sakurako Miyazaki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Docks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>May, Kurat-ul-Ain Ali, Open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>None<br/><br/><br/>Sakurako meekly gazed upon the silver-haired beauty from behind, squirming as her average member had grown to full mast in her kimono from shyly staring at May from afar with her lack of courage for most of the sunny morning (with several jack-off breaks of course). The covert pervert couldn't take her eyes off those plump features that were masterfully adorned upon her hourglass frame, the pent-up arousal having her throbbing erection almost pointing like a magnet at the English maiden's lacy bikini bottom. With the fact that the British girl was even seeming to be two inches taller than her, it was a true wonder that the bashful bookworm was still even able to keep hold of her luggage. She kept a moderate distance behind the silver-haired beauty as she stepped onto the dock, slowly working up the courage to interact with the goddess she desired. Sakurako managed to start with a meek tap upon May's smooth shoulder, but her bravery fizzled out as a girl with a social aura that was leagues more powerful than own began talking to her target.