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Next fucking hot scene. Just a reminder, there are no words in this game, and I'm hungry, so I'm doing some kind of novel. Okay, here we go.
Of course, it's easy to laugh at me, but I've really been so caught up in the process, I've been thinking about all kinds of things that I didn't think about. I'm getting a wave of shame. First of all, I suddenly remember that I have a boyfriend. It's amazing. Not yet, but we have a pretty serious relationship.
And how rude it is to let your pussy into other men. And in that bright light, I'm standing like a stripper on stage, I'm actually using my hands as a Venus in the famous Betty Cellay painting and I'm freezing.
A man does exactly the right thing, misses and doesn't touch, but comes over and hugs me like a father figure, allowing me to get a big face in his chest. And with gratitude, I hide my face there, burning with blush of shame and excitement.
It soothes my head and even speaks quietly, but words don't matter. Quiet and quiet voice, my childishly veiled face, his gentle strokings do their thing.