Forced pressure masturbation—essentially, an experience akin to sex—left my body completely limp.
I heard Acard's voice as he hurriedly came to his senses.
“Ria…! Wake up!!”
“Damn it…! Ria!!”
Although I had started it, I sensed his self-reproach, as though he understood that the blame had shifted to him partway through.
…Idiot. Who told you to touch me?
My mom always said nothing good comes from messing with a friend.
Before long, I felt my body float upward and, at the same time, drift off somewhere.
Since I had the chance, I might as well leave a somewhat lengthy—no, actually far too lengthy and unnecessary—review of pressure masturbation.
Having someone restrict my breathing and feeling my entire body held tight starting at the waist…...
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