I am twenty-seven years old. Even though I was old enough to have my own sweet romance, I refused to date any man because of a traumatic experience with my first boyfriend when I was 20 years old.
What matters to me is a man's size! Because of that, I was cold towards the colleague who had so much love for me...
When I accidentally fell on him, I felt like there was something on his thigh. It's very long and hard… Is it a baguette?
“I'm serious, not because of your background, but because of that thing between your legs!”
The thing between the man's legs I threw away looks like it's going to be trouble?!
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