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A certain day in March 2023. At the end of the long tunnel of the coronavirus pandemic, a woman with her panties fully exposed was found on the ground.
The woman, who seemed to have had a hard time drinking in the city for the first time in a while, was lying on the hard concrete of the parking lot, mumbling something.
I can't really hear what the manager is saying about the last train.
It was 1 a.m., and I was quietly excited by the appearance of the prey that had sprung up from the rain. It's going to be a long night.
When I lent my shoulder to her, she surrendered to me even though she felt exhausted.
I must be in my mid-twenties, but the feel of the soft body of a woman already makes my lower body erect to the point of pain.
I half-dragged her into my room and threw her on her bed.
The woman was half awake, but the other half seemed to be submerged in the intoxication brought on by the alcohol, and showed no signs of resisting as I groped her.
On the contrary, he seems to be excited by the numbness brought about by sensual pleasure.
When I massage her breasts, a rich, heavy, and sweet sensation gently presses back against my fingers.
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I tried to stick my bulging penis into her...