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Enzawa sauntered seductively to his closet, his thick thighs audibly rubbing together with every step. His greasy fingers grazing by each article of clothing until he found just the right thing. He’d agreed to meet with a Tokio Morishima later that day and needed to make a good impression while still keeping it professional for his day job. That, of course, meant that he would sadly need to set aside the horse costume he so cherished. The tiny horse butt on the backside of the pants would sway hypnotically side to side as he walked; no one could take their eyes off of his sweet ass.
Again, he needed to remain professional. He pulled out one on his shirts. It was unfortunate that all of the pits on his clothes were stained from his profuse sweating, but, at the same time, he thought it gave him a certain... je ne sais quoi. He didn’t always have time to wash them anyway. Buttons strained against his handsome form, giving a teasing hint of flesh peaking behind that simply burned with passion. Tight pants slid up his legs. It was like encasing two large sausages. “Delicious” he thought to himself as he adjusted his tie.
There was still some time before he needed to commute. Enzawa decided he might as well bully someone online and settled on a certain BigDick420. He frowned. If only he had thought of that name instead of his current online handle. His mean message sent off, he sat back completely satisfied and then decided to check out any possible new Kamui fan sites. He was still working on his Angelfire page but couldn’t figure out the number of spinning gifs he wanted. Oh well, he would work on it more tonight. Right now he needed to be on his way. He grabbed his things and jogged playfully to the door, asscheeks clapping loudly as his ample bosom bounced, nearly popping out from the confines of his shirt. He wondered what he would discuss with Tokio later... ?