SIRO-1487 Amateur personal shooting, posting. 362

<p>My boyfriend is a masked rider. A secret boyfriend that I can&#39;t tell anyone about. He&#39;s been my unrequited love for a long time, but we&#39;ve finally been able to go out. But still, I&#39;m the one chasing him, and sometimes he shows up on his Suzuki motorcycle and passes by my body. He&#39;s black during the day, but at night he turns into a black RX. He&#39;s so wonderful at night. He&#39;s so passionate, wild, and hard and shiny black. Of course, he&#39;s black during the day, so he&#39;s shiny black, but there&#39;s something crucially different about him. I like how gloomy and servile he is during the day, but I can&#39;t compete with his glaring eyes at night. When he stares at me with those eyes, my body stops listening to me like I&#39;m paralyzed and I can&#39;t do anything. I feel so much that I don&#39;t care if I&#39;m eaten up and die. We jump around together like grasshoppers. I&#39;m happy. I&#39;m sure he&#39;s popular, so he might have relationships with other women besides me. But I&#39;m fine with that. Because I&#39;m so happy that I love him. But if I had one complaint, it would be that I wish he would ride a Honda instead of a Suzuki.</p>