【触18】［抑えきれない声］大人しそうな小柄清楚K、ビクつく敏感体質を崩し悶え逝かす
[Touch 18] [Uncontrollable Voice] Petite and Prim K with a Sensitive Body that Twitches and Writhes in Ecstasy
【触18】［抑えきれない声］大人しそうな小柄清楚K、ビクつく敏感体質を崩し悶え逝かす This time, it's K who looks quiet and serious...
As she endures, her sensitivity gradually reveals itself with twitching... her voice starts leaking out bit by bit, accompanied by intense breathing.
It gradually turns into moans, and I thrust into her front, making her writhe and cum.
A girl I spotted at a certain station.
A slender, petite build.
Silky black hair.
She looks so quiet at first glance...
The perfect target.
I just can't help but want to lay hands on a serious-looking girl.
Why is that? I wondered.
"She seems like she'd accept it"
"She seems like she'd endure and hold back"
"She doesn't seem assertive"
"She probably won't make any extra moves"
In short, she seems convenient for me.
I can just unleash my desires and thoughts on her.
I want to take her into my grasp and toy with her endlessly.
What a terrible reason, even for me.
But there, in that distorted form,
Lies a definite "pleasure" that can only be obtained this way.
That said, it's person to person.
Human to human, after all,
There's a desire to know the other.
Through "touching",
I peer into the "abyss" of this girl I've just met,
And dig out her hidden inner self.
By exposing ourselves to each other like that,
I learn the one unique identity in her world,
And the act of "touching" gains even more depth.
That intense, original "pleasure" is irreplaceable by anything else.
Seeking such pleasure, I wander today, tomorrow, and into eternity.
I quickly secure a position and board.
First touch as a test, on the back of her hand.
She doesn't seem to notice much.
Switching to her palm to gauge her reaction, her eye movements change.
She glances around, trying not to alert those nearby.
I love this edge-of-the-knife tension every time, wondering if it'll work or not.
Slowly, seamlessly, I stroke her ass.
A small, pert ass that suits her slender figure perfectly.
Not too hard, not too soft—just the right firmness, which I savor gently like caressing a treasure.
Whether it's confusion over disgust,
Or her thoughts not catching up, there's no resistance.
I proceed with lewd, tension-relieving touches.
Her eyes squeezed shut, enduring it all, just as I initially judged: the epitome of a "quiet girl".
After that, she brushes my hand away,
But it's a slow brush, considerate so as not to alert others.
How modest, truly a Yamato Nadeshiko.
A while later, I resume the assault on her ass.
Her tension easing, perhaps disgust is winning over confusion now.
Her face twists, emotions starting to show.
It's not just silent endurance anymore. She has her own will.
Her hidden inner self emerges bit by bit, and she starts to have the leeway to be wary.
Feeling our emotional distance close a bit, I feel affection and continue caressing her entire ass with gentle touches.
Her once-smooth skin gradually turns to goosebumps. As my advances intensify, her resistance grows proportionally.
Just like she's praying for this nightmare to end,
She squeezes her eyes shut and endures.
Prayers are futile.
Goosebumps multiplying. Body stiffening.
This nightmare won't end unless she faces reality.
Instead, let's accelerate this nightmare.
I reach for her chest, imprinting it on her body.
The target is just shocked.
She probably never imagined her tits being groped on the train.
Her wide-eyed, flustered panic is a must-see.
She's desperately, relentlessly protecting herself.
The emotions that had been peeking out now flood out all at once.
Responding to her spilling emotions, my assault grows fiercer.
We clash roughly, messily.
Her breathing gets ragged.
Her desperate gasps fuel my excitement even more.
Adrenaline bursts.
I let raw emotion drive me, ravaging her completely.
We desperately clash emotions against emotions.
This is true communication.
Just minutes ago, that quiet girl...
Is now responding with so much emotion.
And then,
"Nnh..."
It completely "leaked out".
A lewd "female" voice emanated from her body.
That leaked voice races through my brain at high speed, burning circuits and shorting them out.
In an instant, our relationship shifts from strangers
To female and male—pure instinct, animalistic.
That voice really slipped out unintentionally.
She didn't mean to let it out.
No male could stay unexcited in this scene.
Embarrassed, perhaps, she flees by getting off.
That "female essence" from such a quiet girl.
This thrill is unprecedented. Too intense.
It's burned into my brain completely.
So, the next day, I lie in wait on her way home.
The concourse is wide with few spots to hide, so I wait behind a pillar.
There she appears.
Excitement nearly makes me approach too soon, but stay calm in moments like this.
Blending with the sound of the approaching train,
I close in and secure position. Board successfully.
She spots me right away.
Unlike yesterday, her guard is fully up.
But I have nothing to fear anymore.
Today, I'll draw out her complete "joy as a female".
From the start, I aggressively go for her tits and ass.
Rougher than yesterday, facing her purely as a "male".
Against this rough "male", the "female" emerges quickly.
Thanks to yesterday's imprinting of her female awareness.
Despite her will, her body reacts honestly.
Bit by bit, her body starts twitching with sensitive responses.
After passing the first station,
When I press my hand against her slit over her panties, it feels a bit warm...?
As I trace it like caressing, the warmth builds...
Around here, she brings her hand to her mouth, holding something back.
Adding tit assault, gradually,
I feel moisture at the center of her panties...
Rhythmically grinding wetly,
I start to feel the tension and strength drain from her body.
Hot breaths leak out through her mask, suu suu.
The "scent of a female" begins filling the train car.
Her expression, wrapped in a sense of losing herself, stares at me desperately—adorably, almost pleading.
I felt it from the ass side too while touching.
Even over her panties, her female mark, her love juices, overflowing from her body.
Ending it here would be cruel, contrarily.
With that thought, I reach for her front.
As if she'd been waiting, a joyful voice overflows, bursting in her panties.
No need to insert fingers; it's already dripping on the surface.
Grinding and stimulating her pussy from the outside, it happened in an instant.
She moaned.
Whoa, that quiet girl moaned.
More like it burst out as a reaction, but it was a full-on female moan.
As if begging for more, her pussy is now slick and slippery.
Blending with announcements, only lewd squelching sounds echo.
Her reactions were huge, worrying if others noticed,
But no time for that. Hell, they probably did.
No one spoke up, but suspicious glances were surely there.
But I don't care anymore.
I can't resist this pleasure. Can't stop.
Finally, her body trembled with twitches.
With intense breaths, she flees by getting off.
Proud as a male for drawing out the female in her.
That's why I can't quit "touching".
Video length: 12 minutes 29 seconds
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