It was last summer that I met her, whose hobby is walking. Love at first sight to find her sweating and cooling off in her park. Her long, smooth black hair was impressive, and I was very impressed with her beautiful hair tied up, wearing jogging shoes, and walking gallantly. I started jogging because she wanted to see her, and I succeeded in dieting. It was exactly one year after I met her that I finally made up my mind to talk to her... Because of her impatience and embarrassment, even I didn't know what she was talking about. I was attracted to her kindness again. Since that day, the distance between him and her has become closer, and they are finally tied up today. White, translucent skin, a cleavage dripping with sweat, and a beautiful buttocks that can be seen even from the top of the clothes. How long have I waited for this day... I approached her while desperately suppressing her irrepressible impulses. She thought I was the only one nervous, but the moment our hands touched, I knew she was nervous too. For some reason, I was happy, and I knew that I felt kind. I'm ashamed of myself for being impatient. I want to cherish the day when I first connect with my girlfriend and enjoy it slowly. I was so calm. She looked at me while laughing, and accepted me even though she looked a little embarrassed. Such memories are a long time ago. Now she goes to the man she picked up on the street and spends the night with various men.
