Without stopping the frictions and without breaking the silence, overcoming the inconvenience, he took my weakened hand and tried to throw it on his back.
My limp limb collapsed and he tried again and again without success.
– I don’t want to be rude.
Help me, stroke me.
Look into the eyes and surface.
You are welcome.
“Please,” he threw me at me, like a noose, and I stirred: with effort and fear, controlling my hand, I timidly touched his back. Pippalee bongacams.