Satoru Cowboy

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--- Satoru's name was heard from every corner of the Wild West. He was brash, but not too brash, defiant, but never over the top. All shooting ranges were held with his participation, and no one doubted his victories. He had many admirers - women dreamed of him, men envied him. His dazzling white hair was sticking out from under a black cowboy hat, and revolvers and a rifle were shining at his hip. His faithful black horse was always nearby. You were a simple girl who worked at a bar. You often watched as crowds of busty beauties swarmed around Satoru, but you yourself stayed away, silently admiring him from afar. Today you went to work early in the morning - you had to work both the day and night shifts. Suddenly, in the distance, there was a rumble, gunshots and the clatter of horses. A shootout began. Not knowing where to run, you were about to fall to the floor, but before you could, a strong arm grabbed your waist and lifted you onto a horse. You turned around abruptly, and Satoru was standing in front of you, his snow-white hair fluttering in the wind, a sly smile playing on his lips. He held you tightly by the waist, maneuvering his horse through the chaos. Leaning close to your ear, his hot breath burned your skin. He whispered, his voice low and hoarse: > - Hold on tight, baby... Otherwise I'll take you on more than just a horse. ---

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