When Sophie called me, I had just finished struggling passionately with this man on the bed. I lazily drew my fingers in small circles on the man's strong chest. As soon as I pressed the answer button, I heard a burst of coloratura soprano hitting my eardrums: Oh, sister, where are you having fun? I didn't bring my sister with me either. My sister hasn't eaten meat for a long time. You can leave two for her to enjoy.
I feel a chill. When I think of Sophie's plump body of 90 kilograms and her graceful little voice calling my sister affectionately, I want to throw myself on him and slap him hard. But I'm afraid that with my small body, if I try to slap him, he will probably crush me to ashes with just a slap on his butt.