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[Molestation train,today's target is a busty girl in a uniform with an estimated L cup] To be honest,I've gotten used to molestation. No,to be more precise,I've given up. I'm not accepting the discomfort of having a strange adult man touch my body. However,I've been molested too much. Even if I change the car or the time. On a crowded morning train,someone always touches me. Because of my overly large breasts. Because of my quiet appearance. While pretending that the shaking of the train made me touch them... they change the way they touch from the back of their hand to the palm... and gradually go inside my skirt as if to check the resistance... There are many people who touch my breasts. Molestation is really disgusting. That's why I remember that day so clearly. The way that person touched my body felt good. I felt the pleasure of being a woman when his hands groped and kneaded my breasts.
