The Fallen Lady Outside the Bar
The beautiful woman's skirt accidentally rode up, revealing her white panties.
I crouched beside her and boldly reached out one hand.
The moment I touched her thigh, a soft sensation spread through my palm. It was incredibly smooth.
Her black stockings were silky, her thigh was very bouncy, and the fleshy part near the top felt especially good to touch.
The woman, feeling something strange near the top of her thigh, murmured drowsily, "Brent Poole? Have you come back?"
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