C741 Ripening

Ah … Don't hit me in the stomach...

Pain... Ah, the pain …

Miserable screams filled the air as the two fat-bellied men laid prone on the ground, extending their hands to fend off the incoming fists.

My skating shoes are the most fashionable, I can't help it on the way home.

Friction, friction.

Friction on the smooth ground.

No one knew who's phone rang