Erwin stared wearily out the shop window, watching people passing by, seemingly enjoying their lives. He observed children with their mothers, shopping for food, toys, and more. But his gaze was fixed on the mothers or their assets, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have them in his own hands.
As Erwin stood there, his mind wandered, and he found himself lost in a world of daydreams. He envisioned the joy of holding a breast or a piece of that juicy thigh, feeling its weight, and experiencing the simple pleasures of life. But reality quickly snapped him back to the present, and a pang of longing washed over him.
Erwin envied those who could freely fuck their wives without any tension, enjoy a meal without worrying about the cost, and fuck their wives again. His face reflected a mix of yearning and resignation as he continued to gaze out the window, lost in his thoughts.
