No way... I'm meeting a pervert... Why me? The shock of my first encounter with a pervert runs through me. Confusion and fear mix together, making it impossible for me to make a sound. Meanwhile, the pervert's wicked hands crawl all over my body. (You... notice... you, please) Contrary to my heart's desire to seek help from my husband, my body sensitively reacts and pleases the pervert. The humiliation of being forcibly raped eventually turns into pleasure...
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