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I asked my wife for a joke.

Have you ever fantasized about a man other than me?

What about you?

I have.

My neighbor's wife.

Oh, really?

You're mean, aren't you?

You have one too, don't you?

Be honest.

I have one.

Who? Aren't you angry?

I'm not angry.

Matsumiya Shouzo.

Oh, I knew it.

Matsumiya Shouzo.

Before I got married, he fought with my husband.

I fought with him eight times.

But my husband won, and I got married to my husband.

I was originally Matsumiya's girlfriend.

We divorced.

I was the one who settled in my wife's body as soon as possible.

I thought so.

I want to see my wife and Matsumiya.

I contacted Matsumiya.

Matsumiya is still single.

I was half -hearted, but I knocked down Matsumiya with a pretty forceful method.

In the afternoon, I hid in the closet and peeped through the hole.

Matsumiya and I met at my wife's house, and while looking at his face closely,

I imagined how big this Mara was.

Ritsuko adds that Mara to Manco.

Even if I don't like it, I get excited.

It's wonderful, Mr. Matsumiya.

That's my line.

What is your purpose?

Are you satisfied?

Miko, how do you feel?

It's all your fault.

I'm so excited to be alive.

What are you going to do?

Do you want me right now?

Show me the mango with his name on it.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

I lost my husband in Fiju.

My body knew the joy of being a man.

I don't have any children.

I'm all alone and lonely.

I put my fingers in my mouth and borrow the delusion of being a man.

I raise my voice and spray water on my body.

I'm getting sick, but I'm getting less and less.

I put a thick spray bottle in my hand.

This is a hairspray for cosmetics.

I put oil in it and put it on my forehead.

But I want the real thing.

I was looking for a single female member of the club.

I called her right away.

A picture of a man's penis was sent to me.

It's the penis of my husband,

who I'm dating.

I was excited, and I looked at it many times.

Mmm.

Thank you.

どうぞ。

There's no peace, there's no truth.

This is what you call a peep swap.

. .

.

. .

Somehow, I was so excited that I couldn't help myself.

A

man

exposed a bullet.

He was standing with his hand on his chest.

It was as thick and big as my husband's.

I was grabbed.

I was bitten.

I was licked by a parrot.

A man's tongue, like a beast, licked my tongue and mucous membranes.

I was licked by a man's tooth.

I was trembling so much that I couldn't stand it.

A man's body slid up, and a broken dumbbell...

I

was...

I told my husband every time.

My husband said he wanted to see me and that man.

I contacted the man and decided to meet him.

I booked a hotel for members with a peeking room.

I didn't tell the man that my husband was peeking.

I cleaned the room and went out.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

How am I supposed to answer that?

Show me the manco that he killed.

Oh, it's all wet with his blood.

Thank you.

What do you mean?

You did that.

I love you.

Thank you very much.

Did you get jealous?

I did.

Did you see Tsubamon drinking?

I did.

Were you excited?

Thank you.

Thank you.