Shinagawa Ward. A certain bicycle parking lot under the overpass. The last train of the day was sucked into the dark night while making a loud noise that made a nerve-wracking noise. In a quiet bicycle parking lot, I find the woman. The woman, dressed like a fetus, crouches on the cold concrete. Are you in your early 20s? Surrender yourself to the drowsiness brought about by alcohol while wrapping yourself in the air where the scent of alcohol and perfume are mixed. Her hair was messy and her clothes were disheveled, but when I looked into her face, I saw that she was a beautiful woman with a youthful appearance. A rough breath leaked out from the gap between her lustrous lips while her plump cheeks were puffed up. She is a good woman whose libido is aroused as much as she sees it. Even over her clothes, her bountiful breasts are pushing up her jacket in a cramped way. After confirming that no one was watching, I carried the woman on my shoulders...
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