In Japanese train stations, there is a “void” that cannot be filled in everyday life.
In the midst of indifference and hustle and bustle, people assume they are not being watched,
Someone takes advantage of this and pretends to have forgotten who they are.
Everyone who passes by is a stranger, and no matter what they see or do, no one notices.
That's why it's too convenient a place for something to happen...
It was at the train station at noon when I found this time's tage.
His steps through the ticket gate to the platform are light and unguarded itself.
Perhaps we are going to a fun place now...
Shoulder-length bob cut, white dress.
The train came soon, so I got on the train and followed her...
Ahhhh, she smells so good...
I can't get enough of it!
Smelling her hair, my fingers slip through the fabric in the way and rub the groove of her crotch...
I was threatened by her sharp eyes, but she didn't resist,
Soon after, I slipped through the thin cloth, the last bulwark, and entered the raw hole!
She was so comfortable that she surrendered herself to me halfway through....
Her breath was leaking out of her mouth...
This time, the tage was frustrated, but the level of eroticism was high and great...
In the end, he gave her a thick white fluid as a thank-you and released her.
She seemed to have a heavy foot after getting off the bus...
Now that I know her face, let's play again...
I will share these memories with you all and hope you enjoy them.
Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
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