It depends on you whether you come or not."
The man who looked at me with deep l**t at the last second has now risen from me and has dressed himself properly. I can not help but sigh, as expected, men dress politely and animals when they undress.
He walked as if no one was watching, as if this was not the ladies room of the restaurant at all, but his home.
I looked down at myself. He unbuttoned most of my shirt and left his imprint on my chest. Is this man a tiger?
He pulled my skirt up to my waist, and we almost had s*x here.
I quickly tidy up my clothes, come out and look in the mirror, my face flushed, my eyes clearly not holding back the l**t.
Damn, how can I go out and meet people like this? I poured cold water on my face like crazy and wiped all the light makeup off my face.
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