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Melton:
I really like what I see, and this also is why I’m so afraid. These cute little Japanese girls are my weakness: a while ago, the mere thought of interacting with them (I’ll say it: pumping them full of my seed) would get me rock hard and enable sublime faps. So I see Makoto’s hnng faces and of course think “omg I wish I was him, let’s go to the fapcave” . And this is the scary part: I fear I will love her to bits, only to discover I’m not… that hard anymore, and it doesn’t feel nearly as good as it used to. And I’ll know it’s not Makoto’s fault, she’s an angel. It’ll all fall down on me, I’ll feel so old and done for, making it a really sad wank if I can even… well you get the idea. That’s why I barely dare to try.