As an uncle, I generally love bouncing boobs, but sometimes I come across the complete opposite—a skinny girl. Maybe it's because I've seen too much jiggling, the afterimage of nipples burned into my vision leaving me exhausted, so now I crave flat chests that don't move at all. After all, the original purpose of breasts isn't to bounce—it's to breastfeed. Judging functionality by size seems wrong. It might be natural to think big breasts mean larger milk storage, so they last longer. In that sense, big tits might have a higher chance of saving a child from starvation. If a politician said that, they'd definitely get roasted online. But anyone getting angry over crude graffiti in the toilet of some low-tier website like this? That's when you should question their character. Anyway, back to the topic—the girl this time is thin. But not painfully skinny, just barely hanging on to that slimness. She eats properly but just doesn't gain weight. Since God allows inequality in this world, he occasionally creates women who effortlessly stay slim. On top of that, she's short with a childlike face. No matter how you look at her, she just looks like some "Lala Kudo" from somewhere. She maintains eternal youth. Women like her have probably faced jealousy from other women, being called "unfair." As a result, she carries loneliness, unable to trust others. And uncles like me always end up destroying girls like her even more than usual. Tragedy suits her. Small and light, men can easily lift her up and turn her into a handjob machine. That sense of taboo is incredibly arousing. It feels good dragging down a confident, beautiful, big-titted woman, but there's also appeal in fragile girls who break so easily. You could even say she was born for this sad fate. Maybe she's the tragic heroine. Still, this girl really gets me off. Are there really women for whom misfortune fits so perfectly? Poor thing. Do people realize how good it feels to cum while overwhelmed with guilt? That sense of wrongdoing is the ultimate spice. Secretly jerking off to something you can never tell anyone—that's the worst version of yourself. In this age where diversity is praised, I don't want everything to be so openly shared. Caught in the despair of knowing I get excited by this, yet unable to resist the urge—this inability to stop is the greatest pleasure. Those who have normal, socially acceptable fetishes can go live their shallow, happy lives. Part of me wants as many people as possible to see this video, but at the same time, I know spreading it too much will definitely lead to trouble, so please—don't share it widely. I'm begging you. Let's keep it secret, just between us.