Underground Awakening: My First Raw Encounter After a Year of Solitude
Fresh out of the shower in my underground room, towel barely clinging. Heart hammers like a drill. A year alone in this massive robot complex, no touch, no warmth. Then she’s there—Charlie, pressed against my door. Short blue skirt with white polka dots, white top hugging her full breasts, nipples poking through. Hair loose, wild….