Carmen 2 generation combination

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(1)

He looked at his watch several times. It was nine o’clock in the evening.

That was the time when Kinoshita Masumi called last night.

He had been in the chat room of this telephone dating shop for more than an hour.

Six calls came in, but they were from high school girls.

Or stupid housewives, or thirty-something compensated dating women.

But there was no call from Masumi that he was waiting for.

He smoked a cigarette anxiously in the small room.

He felt more and more upset.

In the end, Masumi would not call tonight.

Even if she called, she would have been picked up by other customers, right?

He felt more uneasy than looking forward to it.

Kousuke stood up from his chair and saw many telephones with lights on the table.

He held the receiver in his left hand and pressed his right hand’s fingers on the flashlight holder.

It would be too late to answer the phone after it rings, and it would be picked up by other customers.

He put his finger on the receiver, and if the light turns red, he will move his finger away. This is a basic technique for making friends over the phone, but it is difficult to answer the phone even with this method.

At this time, the light is on, and he hurriedly moves his finger away.

“Hello?” He tried to ask, but only the signal sound was ringing.

The next light came on again, and he hurriedly let go of his fingertips.

“Hello? Hello?”

There was silence for a long time.

“Yazaki?” Finally, a hoarse voice asked.

“Masumi?” He tried to ask.

“Ah──that’s great. I called several times, but different men answered each time. I thought you might not be there, and it felt like it took me a long time to get through.”

“Ah──I’ve been waiting for a long time, too. Ever since I was asked by the erotic maniac, I’ve been a little suspicious, so I think today’s phone appointment is off. You’ve made me so worried, so I’ll tell you my cell phone number.”

“Yeah, that’s more convenient for me.”

As Kosuke told her the phone number, he felt a sense of uneasiness.

Because the voice he heard through the receiver was different from the voice of Masumi during the interview that day, the voice he heard in his ears now was hoarse.

Although the voice heard through the telephone loop would be different, it felt like it was not the same person.

“But, I’m surprised, could it be that you were also at the place where I interviewed last time…”

Kousuke exhaled slowly when he heard what Masumi said.

He sat down without being able to judge, and leaned back in his chair again.

I must have made a mistake, this voice was definitely not Masumi’s.

“To be honest, I’ve been selected. The HR manager seems very satisfied, but it’s not certain yet because only five people have been accepted.”

“It’s good to be accepted. Some people are still looking for more.” This is completely different from what Masumi said during the interview.

“By the way, do you want to meet?” Kousuke asked.

“No, I want you to be a pervert, so I won’t feel anything in bed.”

“Hey, that’s too cruel. It’s like killing a snake. I’ll be unsatisfied if I continue like this. Besides, if you want me to be a pervert, I won’t wear underwear or stockings, so I can’t touch them! Anyway, it’s not dangerous, and it’s easier to touch without underwear.”

“Well, what should I do?”

Masumi refused to answer, and then──.

“Because I’m very willful, I get up every morning depending on my mood. Sometimes I just wear tight pants, and sometimes I don’t even wear underwear, so I won’t know until tomorrow.”

“Hehe, it’s Masumi who wants me to be a pervert, can’t you help me even like this? Besides, it’s harder to touch if my knees are closed, right?”

“…But” she expressed her confusion.

“Anyway, please! Tomorrow is the same time as today. I have an interview tomorrow as well, so I’ll wear a suit.”

The phone was suddenly hung up.

“Hello, hello, Masumi!” No matter what Kousuke asked, only the signal tone was heard on the other end of the receiver.

(2) The Strange Stairs

Yazaki walked up the stairs while looking up at the two delicious buttocks shaking. He could see Masumi’s buttocks wrapped in a skirt before the tenth step, and her buttocks wrapped in a tight skirt made of stretchable material. Every time he lifted his foot and walked up a step, his buttocks trembled.

Masumi, like yesterday, was wearing black high heels of about three centimeters.

From the back, you can see her thin heels from the Achilles joint to the whole foot, no matter how high or low the heels are, you can see her slender legs.

Because her calves are very long, coupled with her beautiful face and beautiful figure, she always attracts the attention of many passers-by.

Masumi has a long flowing hair, beautiful black hair with the scent of shampoo, which is usually draped naturally behind her back, reaching her exquisite and slender waist.

Her delicate white face is covered with light makeup, and she is about 165 cm tall.

Her slender legs are matched with a pair of small high heels.

And under the tight one-piece skirt, a pair of well-proportioned legs are exposed.

Through the thin stockings, people can’t help but want to rub them with their hands.

Even suck with their mouths…

While Kousuke was staring at the mature buttocks, he had the urge to squat down and look. If he was 30 cm shorter like a child, he would definitely be able to see the underwear in the crack behind.

Every time she moved, the hem of her skirt would stick to her thighs.

“Ah…”

The two of them were full of surprise, and Masumi’s mood suddenly sank to the bottom. On this staircase, her underwear was being viewed by others, which made people wonder why this man was so bold?

The man was staring at Masumi’s skirt.

People have always looked at Masumi with praise.

But the eyes of the man in front of him were full of ridicule and obscenity.

(Ah, don’t look anymore… don’t… ah…) Masumi kept shouting in her heart!

Even so, she could only lower her head and try her best to cover her appearance with her long hair. Her body was full of sweat, and even her lower body was gradually getting hot.

She walked up another staircase panting. The sound of people coming and going was endless. Everyone seemed to be curiously looking at Masumi.

Masumi was almost suffocating.

However, deep in her heart, waves of sweet and strange feelings came.

Exhibitionism – I have heard of such a fetish, especially some men who like to expose their bodies in front of young girls.

Kosuke frowned, and the fire of pleasure continued to burn…

Her mind was on the verge of collapse. She could not realize where she was, but the most shameful thing was that the genitals in her underwear had begun to get wet.

(… No underwear? Could she be so bold? No, if she was asking for help from a pervert, I don’t think she would be so outrageous… Anyway, I still want to find a way to touch it.) Kosuke suppressed his excitement and chased after the two women.

(3) Dangerous Zone

Breathing difficulties, dry throat, heart pounding.

On the crowded platform, Yazaki Kousuke was sandwiched between two passengers and stood behind Kinoshita Masumi.

After Masumi said goodbye to the woman in the tight skirt at the subway ticket gate, she did not look around for the figure of Kousuke, who was a nymphomaniac, but stood on the platform with her back straight.

(Could she be as full of expectations as I was?…) Just like yesterday, she tucked her briefcase under her left armpit and stood in a solemn posture. A woman in her twenties had a sense of freshness.

This girl has a desire to be touched by a nymphomaniac in her heart, which cannot be judged from her appearance.

However, Masumi must be looking forward to this action in her heart, and she must have felt the same dry mouth as Kousuke.

The train began to slide in.

Before all the passengers boarded the train, the departure bell began to ring, and groups of office workers squeezed into the train’s secret room.

Kosuke passed the passenger in front of him and followed behind Masumi. He pretended to be pushed by the passenger behind him and got closer to Masumi.

Masumi had just arrived in Tokyo from Shikoku and was used to the rush hour in Tokyo. She moved towards the triangular area of ​​the opposite door with a troubled look, holding the tin railing tightly with her right hand.

(…She is tempting me. If it were a girl in Tokyo, she would not stand in such a place during rush hour. It would attract eroticists instead.) Kosuke smiled.

The door next to the car is also known as the golden angle for taking a train. It is the best place for eroticists.

The seat completely blocks the view from the other side. If you are close to the back of the girl, you don’t have to be wary of the view from behind.

In a train with a occupancy rate of over 200%, it is difficult to pay attention to other passengers in order to endure the shaking of the car body and ensure a foothold.

As the train started moving, Kosuke took the position behind Masumi without hesitation.

He straightened his waist and pressed firmly against the valley of the mature buttocks wrapped in the skirt.

His penis was already erect.

The feeling of enjoying the buttocks on the stairs was triggered, and the semi-erect penis was also pressed against Masumi’s back.

Just smelling the fragrance of a woman has already made him engorged, and in order to stop the itch on his penis, he kept rubbing on Masumi’s buttocks.

Masumi’s shoulders trembled, and she turned her head with an unhappy look.

Then Kosuke immediately said with a look of waiting for you.

“Masumi, good morning.”

At this time, Masumi’s lips trembled as if in a spasm.

She quickly turned her eyes away and turned her head back to the window.

The angry stick that had already bulged in the crotch pressed further into the buttocks.

Kosuke quietly and slowly swayed his waist up and down.

The softness of the mature buttocks was transmitted from the penis.

He lowered his arms and placed his palms on her waist, and Masumi’s body could not help but tremble and stiffen.

Kosuke pulled up the skirt of the suit, and stroked her waist along the curve of her body to the side of her buttocks with his fingertips, and then slid down to stroke her thighs, using his fingers to carefully taste the perfect curve created by the gods.

Under the rustling texture of the suit, you can feel the female body temperature, and the muscles of the thighs are as stiff as yesterday due to tension.

The fingertips of both hands easily found the hem of the five-centimeter short skirt above the knee, and the thumb and middle fingers grabbed the hem of the skirt, and then slowly pulled the skirt up.

The free index finger fingertips stroked the side of the thigh, and the hot body temperature was transmitted to the skin.

(…What a dishonest guy. He didn’t leave his feet bare as promised. Oh, stockings are useless, let’s enjoy together.) The thigh muscles sucked my fingertips, and I could feel the moisture.

It was as smooth as if I didn’t feel the existence of pores.

His face didn’t move, he just turned his eyes to observe the passengers around him.

The faces of the passengers all had an unhappy expression because of the stuffy train, and they just let their bodies shake with the train body. No one noticed that his fingers were stroking the thighs of the 20-year-old female college student under her skirt.

When he pulled up the skirt about ten centimeters, there were already several layers of wrinkles on the side of the skirt.

The synthetic resin on the inside of the skirt stimulated the thumb and middle finger even more.

The index finger stroking the inside of the thigh slid under the skin, and he could feel the existence of bones, the bulge of the pelvis.

(Hmm?) Kosuke’s fingers stopped for a moment.

The skirt was pulled up to this height, and he couldn’t feel the existence of underwear.

Yesterday, the buttocks were completely covered by underwear. If this is the case, then the fingertips should have touched the underwear first.

(…No underwear. Didn’t you do it, Masumi, such an innocent expression…) His fingers tasted the skin of the thigh.

Kosuke raised his head and looked at Masumi’s face reflected on the window glass. The subway glass window turned into a mirror. Even if Masumi lowered her head, he could still peek at her expression from behind.

Just like yesterday, she just lowered her head.

Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and she had bangs on her forehead.

Her eyes were not closed, and her eyes could be seen flickering in the dim mirror.

Kosuke removed two fingers from the pulled up skirt and put his hands into his pants at the same time.

There was not only a smell of sweat from his palms, but it felt like young skin was breathing. The fragrance of powder from his palms further stimulated Kosuke’s sense of smell.

He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

It was like wandering in a natural healing effect.

When Masumi breathed, her shoulders rose and fell.

Then, her fragrance…

(Ah, it smells so good, warming my heart…) Kosuke exhaled deeply and inhaled the breath she inhaled and exhaled into his lungs.

(Masumi’s breath enters my body…)

The carbon dioxide she exhaled went straight to his internal organs.

Kosuke felt extremely happy about this feeling.

(My lungs also have such a fragrance…, umm. I feel like I’m flying in the clouds…)

Kosuke closed his eyes. He happily inhaled the breath exhaled by the woman in front of him.

Just like this, he was surrounded by a feeling of happiness.

It was like lying on an endless grassland, looking at the leisurely mood of the sky.

Kosuke reached in and touched the buttocks with his palm.

At first, he bent his fingers and slowly stretched them out.

Finally, he opened his hands like leaves and completely fitted them on the round buttocks.

He approached slowly like a spider catching its prey.

His fingertips slid in between the buttocks.

(Oh! I actually have such a hobby…) Kosuke’s index finger directly touched the hard object.

Until the fingers that had stopped moving just now began to move again.

His fingers bounced on the buttocks one by one, and the other four fingers continued to slide in between the buttocks.

What exactly that hard object was, he had no idea.

Kosuke touched the belt with his index and middle fingers.

(It’s a thong… Logically, there shouldn’t be any underwear lines on the skirt.) Gurgle!

Then, Masumi twisted her hips and ran away as if to avoid his fingers touching her thong.

Taking advantage of this movement, the fingers stroking the straps moved further down.

(Don’t be so hasty, I’ll touch you.) The tip of his middle finger pulled the straps up and pulled them up.

Masumi leaned forward against the door.

Kousuke also took advantage of the swaying of the train to lie on Masumi’s back.

“Naughty panties, aren’t they, Masumi?” Then, he leaned close to her ears, which had turned crimson, and whispered.

(4) Tears’ company visit

Kinoshita Masumi tried to keep her voice down.

However, she didn’t make any sound. She just gasped and tried her best to hold back the urge to scream in her throat.

Even though she kept screaming in her heart, the passengers around her didn’t know.

Being held down by a pervert on the train.

I realized that the male’s hard meat was clearly sticking out of my skirt.

The heat of the penis was transmitted from the butt crack like a hot iron rod.

If only I could shake my body and escape at that time.

She wanted to escape, but there was no way to escape, and it was difficult to even turn her body.

This is the horror of rush hour in Tokyo.

When she was in high school in Shikoku, the morning traffic was also very crowded. Although she didn’t encounter many perverts, she still had room to turn her body.

However, she couldn’t imagine that rush hour in Tokyo was so terrible.

And, there was also the experience of encountering a pervert…

Could it be that there was a pervert at the interview…

(Please… Stop it! !)

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