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Chapter 19
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WARNING!! R-18!!
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I
crawled under the table and smoothed my skirt. I can't even breathe hard. I
covered my mouth with both hands and saw Alexander come in and take off his
practice shirt.
Luckily
the room is spacious. The distance from where he stood to the table was very
far. Alexander does not know I am hiding here. Even so, from here even I can
see the wrinkles on his forehead.
"......Finally."
He
took a deep breath. His clothes were scattered on the floor. I hear Alexander
sitting on the couch. He unbuckled his pants, then his pants also fell to the
floor.
Alexander
became nak#d and leaned on the couch. His body was beautiful and solid as if
his nak#d body had been carved from plaster. With every move he made, the
muscles between his thick chest and toned stomach were exposed. Unconsciously,
I swallowed my saliva and quickly checked Alexander's expression to see if he
had heard my voice. However, Alexander's expression did not change. He lifted
one of his legs and placed it on the armrest of the couch. His big white legs
trembled slightly.
After
lying down for a while and resting, he slowly got up. As a result, Alexander's
pen#s were visible, I saw all of that from behind the table and shook my head,
trying to divert my eyes from something the size of a baby's fist.
Alexander
lowered his hand and grabbed his pen#s. The color was slightly darker than his
pure white skin, he slowly shook it. His protruding pen#s grew bigger as his
hand movements got faster.
"......Oh,
damn it!"
Alexander
made a groaning sound like he was in pain, and he continued to rub the tip of
his pen#s roughly. Because he has a large physique, his pen#s are also large.
Even if he held it in his thick palm, he still couldn't cover it all. His pen#s
were strained for a long time.
"Haa..."
He
leaned back. There was a frown on his handsome face as if he had the great
pleasure, despite the awkward and rough thing his hands did. I never imagined
that I would hide like this and watch him mas##rbate.
Come
to think of it, this year he turned 20 years old, this was the age when he had
passionate se*ual desires. I can only continue to silently hide here.
Alexander
let out a groan, shaking his pen#s up and down. Strangely his moaning voice
sounded languid but sexy. His masculine chin line is lifted up. His lips opened
and closed repeatedly.
He
tilted his head, I could see his long toes too. What his hand was currently
holding was now a slightly red color as if it was about to explode.
"......Ah,
oops!"
His
tes##cles shook to and fro every time his waist shook. His pen#s rubbing
against dry palms showed a challenging size. With one hand, he held his pen#s
as if to squeeze it, and with the other, he gripped the sofa.
How
could a man who seemed cold and stiff look so lewd? I just found out about it.
Every
time the hand holding the pen#s moved up and down, the moans got louder. With
his eyes closed and his lips biting hard, Alexander kept his voice down. But,
it still couldn't prevent a sharp sound that sounded like a beast's.
"......Opheee...
Liaaa! Ah...!!"
Alexander
shrugged his shoulders as if he had reached satisfaction. He let out a low
groan and removed his hand from his pen#s. As soon as he woke up, grayish spe#m
was flowing down his stomach. A thick distinctive aroma permeates the room.
With
the tip of his finger, Alexander wiped off the remaining spe#m that had
splashed on his downy debris. For a moment he sat back, covering his face with
his hands clean of spe#m fluid. Even after he eja##lated, his pen#s was still
erect, pressed against his navel. The remnants of his dried spe#m were visible
on his still-red pen#s.
Then,
Alexander got up from the sofa and went to the bathroom. He turned on the
faucet. I heard the sound of running water in the bath. I finally straightened
my stiff back as I heard the bathroom door shut and then voices from inside the
bathroom.
As
I lowered my eyes, I realized that I had unconsciously squeezed my dress hard
enough to make my knuckles turn white. My dress got ugly because it was
wrinkled. I pushed back the chair and stepped off the table. Now, without
Alexander, the room was silent as if nothing had happened, except for his
practice clothes which were scattered randomly on the floor. Even so, the hot
feeling and smell of spe#m that came out still remained. As if I was running,
my breath felt short and I immediately returned to my room.
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