Money, hair, honor... I don't need any of it. A young girl feels a maternal instinct towards the lonely back of a middle-aged man and, dripping with sweat, clings to his sticky skin, immersing herself in sex. The middle-aged man's oily, shiny skin and his seasoned tongue techniques become addictive, as sweat, saliva, tide, and love juices... the erotic smell fills the six-tatami-mat dilapidated room, where body fluids and reason evaporate in the tropical mating. Sampling all the bachelors in the dormitory... Are there any girls who like middle-aged men?
