>waiting inside azeru’s hairdresser for it to be your turn
>can’t help but steal glances at her as she cuts other customer’s hair
>the way her thighs shift and manipulate her tights as she moves
>her breasts bouncing as she enthusiastically talks
>one of these glances last too long as she clearly spots you doing it
>she just chuckles and winks at you much to your embarrassment
>it’s finally your turn in the chair
>you sit down, manage to squeak out what type of style you want, and she begins
>”Hey, anon, were you looking at me earlier?”
>you deny it
>”Hmm? Well I’m pretty sure I saw you stealing glances at me more than once you know…creepy, creepy
>she playfully wags her finger in disapproval
>you continue to deny, your face flushed red
>”Well, if you say so"
>she continues cutting your hair as you awkwardly sit there
>eventually she begins working on you from behind and her breasts accidentally touch the back of your head
>a shiver runs down your spine
>Azeru laughs at your clear nervousness causing her to drop her scissors
>”Oh whoops lemme get that”
>she is bending down to your left
>every thought in your mind is screaming “Do it! Look at it! Turn and check out her ass!”
>you know you shouldn’t but you really, desperately need to see the promised land up close and personal
>you turn and are face to face with the biggest, bright red peach you could image
>all this happens in a split second, and this sudden and short happenstance has made you grow unreasonably horny
>but suddenly
>suddenly
>you hear her moan
>”Oh!”
>BRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP
>an absurdly strong gale wind blasts from her red tights and into your face
>dozens of bubbles can be heard popping as this release morphs from light and airy to a deep, bassy, gurgle
>exhaust worthy to be a bioweapon begins its assault on your nose
>”Eheh, whoops, guess I should lay off the potato mochi huh, but hey at least we know you look good with windswept hair, right?”
