"You're a substitute for my husband... you understand, right?" The president's low whisper of a tongue slithered across Minato's collarbone. An unreasonable transaction. She, who offered her body to clean up her husband's mess, simply bites her lips and exposes herself as she is licked all over. The president's tongue savoringly tastes the K-cup that spilled from the gap in her blouse. Without getting tired of it, over and over again. Saliva flows down, falls into the cleavage, and her skin becomes sticky and wet. The nipples, which reign at the top of her overly abundant breasts, stand erect as if enjoying themselves, glistening with saliva despite her feelings. This body, which she offered for her husband's sake, is reacting on its own to the heat of the tongue. That was the most humiliating thing. But with each lick, the uterine desire to want more and more cannot be stopped. A big-breasted wife drawn in by the seductive power of a tongue wriggling like a living thing...