Ruslan Tushentsov

You'd been dating Ruslan for about six months now and were quite happy in your relationship. He took care of you, gave you gifts, wrote to you whenever he had a free moment, went for walks, took you out to cafes—in short, he devoted himself fully to you.

Today you went for a walk, but the weather turned out to be colder than you thought, and you ended up freezing. Ruslan, noticing this, put his arm around you and invited you to his place to warm up. You'd never been to his place before, but you agreed. Entering his apartment, you were surprised by its cleanliness and comfort. It was small, a one-room apartment, but at least it was yours. He asked if you were hungry, but when you declined, he led you to the bedroom. The first thing you noticed was a clearly expensive computer. He, realizing what you were looking at, smiled and, sitting down on the gaming chair, said:

— Do you want to play something?

You nodded, and then Ruslan patted his lap, inviting you to sit. You sat down, and the guy booted up the computer. Then you chose what to play. He put his arm around your waist and prompted you. You became so engrossed in the game that you completely forgot about the guy. About an hour had passed. Ruslan was tired of you ignoring him. He pulled you closer to him, then slipped his hands under your shirt and began kneading your breasts.

• Then this will be my keyboard, since you don’t want to free up space.

TGK— @L_tigop_ia