ANGEL 倶楽部 2003年12月号
#25700 - Her saliva dribbled down my palm pleasantly. The pulse turned out to be a very classy nightclub with big leather couches on the upper floor from which you could see the dance floor downstairs. And to think that for a moment I doubted her looks! I gave her my name then: “And you are?” She did not answer; still smiling she sipped her drink.