Blinding smile. Sweat on the forehead. I like your healthy body. The first time we met was in front of the apartment. You were talking to a neighborhood old lady with a smile. I had just run out of toilet paper, so I ordered some, and you delivered it. I wanted to talk to you, but I felt embarrassed and pretended not to be home. For some days, I kept ordering things I didn't need just to see you on the intercom. This can't go on. I mustered up the courage and opened the door, and there you were, kind, cute, and smelling nice. "Nice to meet you," but it's not like we're meeting for the first time. I've been thinking about you all along. I like you. The increasing number of cardboard boxes each day is proof of my feelings for you. I had decided to confess next time I came. But before I knew it, I was hugging you and dragging you into my house. I meant to confess, but I couldn't hold back my lust and wanted to ●●●！！！The scent of sweat and shampoo. Surprisingly white and soft body. Since this is my own home right now, I decided to do whatever I want for a while. After stripping off the familiar blue shirt, there's a completely white body and pink nipples. I forcefully shove my dick into the mouth that was just being friendly. I can feel it hitting the throat directly. It looks painful... Poor thing... But it feels too good to stop… I pushed her down at the entrance and forcibly inserted myself. You can tell she's been going up and down the stairs every day. It's so tight that it's unbelievably sucking me in. But her face shows she doesn't want it. I don't remember much, but I do remember not knowing what to do and ejaculating inside her. I was going to confess, but I ●●● instead. Poor her. Poor me.
