A beautiful office lady with big breasts who I picked up at a club before. She's so sexy that she'll spill out every time she laughs. The clothes were even sexy more than I imagined, and that night was really burning. I didn't contact him for a while, but suddenly I sent a LINE message after 1am. "Hey, will we play again next time?" I pretty much understand the meaning of "playing." I can't forget that he had shifted his underwear and guided my fingers from himself. A convenient man? It might be. But it's not bad if a beautiful woman comes from her own. If you look up with those sexy eyes, there's no way you can refuse. It seemed to melt with a very pleasant feeling. Anything is fine as long as I can see that expression again. I want you to be hugged over and over again. Her body tastes a little like sin. Just the moment I slurp and leaned against me like a slightly melted ice cream, I feel like I'm rewarded enough.
