The mother who was once embraced by her son cannot forget the sweet feeling, and the son who embraced her reminds me of her nasty appearance at that time. And mother and son who meet every day ... A contraindicated road that started without being refused. Tangled, entwined, seeking each other's genitals ... fading guilt and amplifying pleasures ... the daily life of a mother and son who can only think of crossing! !!
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