Waiting to meet a girl for compensated dating in Shinjuku, now she's inside my room. Her breasts measure 100 centimeters, swollen from being premenstrual and grown to 104 centimeters. I couldn't help but fantasize wildly in my mind—imagining myself as a pervert devouring her breasts, tormenting her genitals. First, I tried kissing her and immediately turned her off, making her pull a slightly disgusted face. Maybe I had bad breath. Honestly, it had been a while, so I was starving for contact. I was overwhelmed with the urge to touch her, unable to control myself. I probably didn't make a good impression on her. I've always had that tendency.