"Yaaaaaaaaah! Ah! Aaaaaaaaah! Pee! Pee!"
Her tear-mixed screams tickle my glans, making my cock even harder.
There's an argument that it's wrong to get aroused by something so pitiful.
It's a reasonable claim.
But my dick is getting harder and harder as it watches Kemololi scream and cry.
That's right. I just remembered.
The sin I carry is comparable to the one from jerking off to the voices of little girls cheering for a Puchikyu plushie show.
I was a genuine pervert who gets excited by the screams of young girls.
Yes. It was during the Olympics—
Even though I'm not interested in sports, I would watch women's events with high exposure like volleyball, beach volleyball, synchronized swimming, and rhythmic gymnastics.
I wasn't interested in the actual competition. I only watched the cute athletes I liked moving their bodies in revealing leotards. I enjoyed the provocative appearances of young women from all races gathered from around the world.
