A dazzling smile. Sweat on my forehead. I like your healthy body. The first time we met was in front of my apartment. The old lady in the neighborhood was talking to me and she was smiling. I just ran out of toilet paper, so I ordered it and you delivered it to me. I wanted to talk to you, but I was too embarrassed to stay home. I kept asking for things I didn't need for several days, and just watched you on the intercom. It's no good if it stays like this. When I mustered up the courage to walk out the door, I found that you were kind, cute, and smelled good. "Nice to meet you." I say, but it's not my first time. I'm thinking of you all the time. I like you. The number of cardboard boxes increasing day by day is proof of my feelings for you. I decided to confess the next time I came. I had made up my mind, but before I knew it, I was hugging you and dragging you into the house. I was planning to confess my feelings, but I couldn't control my sexual desire and wanted to ●●●! ! ! The smell of sweat and shampoo. Surprisingly white and soft body. This is my home now, so I decided to do whatever I wanted. When I peeled off the familiar blue shirt, I saw a pure white body and pink nipples. I try to force my cock into the mouth that has shown me so much affection. I can feel it hitting my throat directly. Looks painful... I feel sorry for her... But it feels so good I can't stop... I pushed her down against the entrance and forced entry. You can see me going up and down the stairs every day. It's so tight that you can't believe it. But I don't like the face. I don't remember too well, but I do remember cumming because I didn't know what to do. I was planning to confess, but ended up doing ●●●. Poor girl. Poor me.
