At my husband's suggestion, I decided to have a drink at home with a college classmate for the first time in a while! When my boyfriend, who works as a masseuse, gave me a massage, it felt so good that I became addicted to it... But even though I couldn't do anything more, I visited his salon without telling my husband! I changed into a paper bra and paper pants and started the treatment... At first it was just a normal massage, but then it became more and more naughty...! I'm being irritated and irritated, and it feels so good that I'm about to go crazy! The time passed so quickly that I couldn't help but ask for an extension... and she said, ``Don't you really want me to massage you with this?'' Even though I said no, I was pushed deeper and deeper by his momentum...! Although her heart is shaken by a sense of immorality that she can never tell her husband, her body obediently cries out for him! I can't believe we were so compatible...I might never be able to go back...!
