In the pouring rain, a soaking wet office lady boarded the tram without an umbrella. It was the girl I always saw at the station. As I stared at her, she seemed to notice my gaze, then repeatedly pressed that part of her genitals against my face, making me smell it. On my way home, I ran into her again and struck up a conversation. She took me to the restroom, where she showed me that spot, overflowing with the semen I'd ejaculated that morning. I—
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