After two years of marriage, my stress was at its limit due to my demanding job and my husband's lack of help around the house, not to mention our non-existent sex life. One day, while returning home late after work like always, I encountered a pervert. When I woke up the next morning, there was still warm semen in my hand from when he had masturbated near me. Despite feeling disgusted, my sexual desires won out, and I couldn't resist sniffing the scent and pleasuring myself again. A few days later, I ran into the same pervert once more; this time, my anticipation overpowered any fear I felt, and I found myself unable to resist his advances...
