Delayed trains cause a crowded station. Amid the rush, Tatchi spots K—an idol-faced beauty with a voluptuous, curvy body. Closing the distance fast, he dashes behind her to capture her boarding the escalator. On the platform, leaning forward, her face hidden but her movements adorable, he's captivated by the swell of her breasts and the smooth, silky texture of her skin. Her tight dress shirt clings tightly, revealing youthful, perky curves, sending his excitement soaring. As he moves closer while waiting to board, the sheer impact of her sensual, meaty body overwhelms him, and the urge to touch becomes unbearable. When he finally sees her face—idol-like perfection with prominent big tits—his heart races. Obsessed with her phone, she doesn't notice him groping her ass over her skirt, his hand sliding smoothly, unable to resist. After a quick glance back, she returns to her screen. He slips his hand beneath her skirt, gripping her firm, tight ass, enchanted by its firmness, his hand moving faster. K trembles, her expression shifting to pained discomfort—her cuteness shaking him to the core. The blissful moment vanishes in an instant as she hurries away, leaving Tatchi regretful he never touched her breasts. The next day, driven by obsession, Tatchi lies in wait. He finds K again in casual clothes—her bare back exposed, her miniskirt revealing smooth legs from behind, eroticism exploding. While waiting for the train, he confirms her face and locks in once more. He touches her back first, skin-to-skin, electrified by the silky smoothness. Then his hands move to her ass, K growing nervous, glancing around—Tatchi feels a flicker of guilt, but can't stop. The contrast between her miniskirt and bare skin is perfection, his fingers tracing the lines of her thighs. At the next stop, she turns and sees him, shocked. He flips her skirt, revealing pink panties, and begins groping her big tits and big ass simultaneously. Her breasts feel like marshmallows—soft, tender, irresistible—as he gently kneads them in his palms. K endures helplessly, then flees the train. Tatchi’s obsession is finally fulfilled—every inch of idol-faced K has been touched.
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