The type of girl commonly seen in downtown nightlife districts. She gives off a somewhat gloomy vibe, yet her unexpectedly short skirt and timid, delicate facial features make her an easy target. She holds a hidden charm—an emotional depth that can be stirred with just the right trigger.
Lightly brushing the back of my hand against her buttocks, I immediately feel their bounce and softness, sparking instant curiosity. Her reaction is conveniently compliant with my intentions, making me impulsively want to touch beneath her underwear. The sensation confirms she's going commando—the fabric feels smooth and clearly high-quality.
Using my middle finger to gently prod her crotch, I sense a warm, slightly damp heat. She isn't fully wet, but definitely lubricated, which sends my heart racing. With limited time, I forcefully insert my index finger to ensure she doesn't slip away, and she smoothly accepts it. From there, we continue as if lovers, indulging in wet, squelching pleasure.
Her posture—head down, hand covering her mouth—radiates a delicate femininity, striking me as incredibly cute. Lost in the moment, nuzzling her hair, I'm suddenly interrupted when she gets off at her stop.
Maybe I went too far. But one thing's certain—I'll never forget how it felt.