My Semi Prostitute Girlfriend
Still, when the disc jockey replaced a piece of tranquil and seductive music, everyone started dancing more intimately.
A man seized a girl's waist, pressing her to his chest while his hands wandered off to her behind. His lips swiftly pressed against her, lustfully kissing her as if he possessed her. The scene became more luscious, so the man walked out of the dance floor with his arms around the girl's waist, kissing her further.
The atmosphere and scenery were unsuitable for a twenty-year-old, naïve young lady. She gasped deeply after witnessing the inexplicable reality of this type of job—a prostitute who gives their body for money—enough money to live on.