He was a childhood friend of mine. A girl with grown-up black hair and a slightly large chest. Recent developments have been particularly remarkable... The man in the back of my hand sees a flicker. you don't know how i feel... In addition, I try changing clothes in my room, pretending to be seduced by wearing open clothes at the chest, and trying to confuse me with a thoughtful word. it's like a happy regret... i'd like to peek at your boobs, but you're going to be stupid if you do. i don't know anymore! Please see the everyday life of such a exquisite (?)