At 1 o'clock in the morning, the young people who were enjoying the cheerfulness of spring disappear. In a corner of the sleeping town, there was a woman crouching and muttering to herself. When I approached her and talked to her, she was a beautiful woman who still had a youthful, gentle atmosphere. "I was drinking with my friends until just a little while ago," he says, but he seems to have left most of his memories behind at the store and doesn't seem to know why he's there. She had a childish face that looked a little over 20 years old at most, but her demeanor was somewhat sexy, and her abundant breasts pushed up the knitted fabric in a cramped fashion. Suppressing my excitement, I picked her up and brought her home. As soon as the woman lay down on the bed, she took a deep breath and fell asleep. In order not to wake her up, I slowly reached out my hand to her plump young body...
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