This time, it's a certain subway station.
I waited outside to catch my favorite underground idol leaving work and followed her home.
After several wait-outs and follow-ups, I've already pinpointed her residence.
This is purely a personal hobby, so please forgive me.
She's usually quiet and not the type to initiate conversation.
Her hairstyle is long, vivid cobalt blue. She has highlights woven in so the color shifts depending on the light.
Her figure is delicate and slender. She looks like she might vanish if the wind blew. That very fragility, paradoxically, lends her performances a sense of transparency and power.
With someone like her, maybe I could touch her without her noticing.
I gradually closed the distance and touched her.
She endured it silently...
Our secret glances were our signal.
First, a little fingering over her panties.
Slowly, I undid her shirt buttons, revealing her bare breasts and nipples.
Her small, cute breasts—certainly not voluptuous—said hello.
Things heated up, and we entered her honeyed hole.
We knew her stop from previous tailing, so we kindly set her free.
A roughly 20-minute session of bare breasts and bare pussy.
Of course, we took home the scent and juices.
After overcoming this experience, what kind of face will she wear on stage next?
<Details> Attire: Casual wear (Long hoodie, shirt underneath, skirt, mask) Underwear: (Black panties) Exposure: Skirt lifted for bare hand-fucking / Shirt buttons undone for bare breast groping Reaction: Crouched helplessly throughout, unable to resist. Occasional twitches suggest arousal. Resolution: 3840×2160 (4K/24fps) Recording Time: 21:40 (Boarding 1:00 / Inside Vehicle 20:20 / Disembarking 0:20)
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