“You’re in place of the master… you get it, right?” The president whispered lowly as his tongue slithered across Minami’s collarbone. An unreasonable deal. To make up for her husband’s failure, she bit down on her lips and let him lick all over her body. The K-cup spilling from the gap in her blouse is savored over and over by the president's tongue. Insatiably, again and again. Saliva drips down, falls into the cleavage, and the skin becomes damp. The nipples at the apex of those overly full breasts, contrary to her feelings, glisten with saliva as if delighting in it, standing erect towards the sky. This body, which was supposed to be offered for her husband, reacts on its own to the heat of the tongue. That was the most humiliating part. However, with each little taste, the uterine desire that wants more doesn't stop. The big-breasted wife drawn in by the lascivious power of a tongue writhing like a living creature…
