Lineart for a 3rd page - Kirill comes home (Patreon)

Half an hour later, I arrived at my villa. I walk home, soaked to the skin. 

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I took off my wet clothes, threw them in the laundry basket, and went to the shower to warm up after the wet trip. I notice the disappointment burning inside, and my thoughts are imprinted with an air kiss and a sweet smile. Her sweet smile. The kind of smile, a girl smiles when she’s interested in me. You can usually tell it by the eyes. It’s something elusive and hard to describe. You just understand it. And she was really cute and so… so fragile and young, but there was also something sexy about her.

“She must have been about twenty-five at the most,” I thought to myself, “I should have insisted and gotten her number.”

The annoyance has been replaced by desire. I open my laptop. Google. VPN. I type in “watch porn with Asian women.” Then I go back to the shower to relieve the pressure.