I have a past that I can't tell my husband. In order to help my mother who raised me alone, I was working in a customs. But now I'm living a happy life with my beloved husband... However, a young man who lives next door who knows about my past has made a move on it. Fear and impatience, my breathing is rough and I'm screaming, and I'm playing with it! From that day on, when I violently resisted a man who visited me many times when I wanted to fuck him, the man went into a frenzy... [*The image may not be clear due to bleeding or blurring]
