Yuriko (38 years old)

Housewife Yuriko. I send my husband to the office, finish cooking and washing, and take a shower. When I made up lightly, the chime rang. A man was standing. Yuriko is talking to the salesman and the guy. Time went by, and both hands touched each other at a time when the men could not get along with each other. We don't need words. We naturally overlay our lips and talk to each other. Sweaty, sweaty skin. The act is not over, and many times you ask for it. Time goes by. Kiss as if to jealousy your farewell. The silence comes, and the chime rings again. When my husband comes home, Yuriko greets me with a smile. My husband approached, and the screen turned into a sandstorm.