Sleeping next to each other, the sleeping breath of the couple echoing. When you turn the futon, a warm wind mixed with the charm of a married woman traces your face. Legs and thighs stretched from the gaps in the futon, gradually crawl your fingers up. The wife, who realized it wasn't her husband, wet her crotch with her nervousness and immorality that her husband would wake up. And semen was released in her vagina, and the married woman had an expression sandwiched between pleasure and immorality.
