She was married to a second-year housewife. Living with a kind and working husband. The only dissatisfaction was that a pale type of husband was not very active in the night's married life. Repair work began at home that week, and an unspoken, silent, strong-looking middle-aged craftsman appeared to work at home. A craftsman who only responds to a disgusting voice. The odor of the male sweat in which he drifts makes a wives' hips soaked. and one day...
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