JUY-207 I fell without a sound ―Enduring the gasps within less than one meter of my husband― Kana Wakaba

Kazuya, a colleague who refused a confession six years ago. After that, Mr. Kazuya was transferred to his subsidiary, a steel mill in Detroit, and I married his husband, who was the general manager at the time. And today, I met Kazuya again. Kazuya-san, who came back from Detroit, was so masculine. At the same time as his husband was drunk and fell asleep, Mr. Kazuya forcibly asked me. Right next to his husband, I gritted my teeth and desperately suppressed my voice, but before I knew it, I was excited by the unusual thrill...