The widow, Kaho, still remembered her deceased husband. A middle-aged man who came to Kaho. Crossing causality and lust. A rich kiss that stares at each other, violently, crazy, endlessly, and suffocates. A physical relationship that forgets me and seeks each other and burns indecently. The widow crosses a line that must not be crossed at the end of a sad act of immorality.
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