At midnight. A back alley away from the hustle and bustle of downtown.
A woman is sitting on the stairs with a bottle of wine by her side.
When she pretended to be a kind man and spoke to her, she looked back at me with her dull eyes.
Perhaps in his early twenties, his youthful features and ruddy skin are lit up on the street.
I secretly gulped at the fresh young body wrapped in tight clothing.
In particular, the sensual curve from the delicate waist to the soft-looking buttocks must have probably driven many men crazy.
The woman kept saying things like, "She doesn't drink," but it was clear that it wasn't true.
I half-carried her, who was unsure of her steps, and brought her to my room.
And she soon began to sleep on the bed.
The sleeping face of a woman who let her guard down and slept like a girl was too attractive.
My penis is already swelled to the point of bursting.
The sight of the woman's face suddenly made me want to spit out my sperm.
I manage to get through this unreasonable storm of desires.
It's not yet time...
Things have an order.
I held my breath and put my hand on her woman's dress.
