JUL-030 Kaori Iiyama EngSubJAV – When Her Husband Goes Golfing, This Married Woman Invites Her Sex Friend To Her Home
JUL-030 Kaori Iiyama EngSubJAV – When Her Husband Goes Golfing, This Married Woman Invites Her Sex Friend To Her Home. “My Eldest Son And My Second Son Aren’t Really Yours And Now, Our Youngest Son, Who Is About To Be Born, Do You Want To Know Who His Father Really Is?”
Release date: 2019-11-02
Code: JUL-030 Kaori Iiyama EngSubJAV
Title: マドンナ専属『飯山香織』遂に中出し解禁！！ 夫がゴルフに行く月末、セフレを自宅に招いて中出しセックスに溺れる人妻。 「長男も次男も、アナタの子じゃないの…そして今度生まれる三男も…。」
Actress: Kaori Iiyama
Genre: Mature Woman, Wife, Big Breasts, Individual, Ntr, Creampie, Slim Pixelated, Hd, Exclusive, Big tits, Creampie, Cuckold, Married Woman, Mature Woman
Maker: Madonna
Director: 豆沢豆太郎
Label: Madonna
The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, a familiar morning ritual performed by my ever-considerate husband, Mark. Six years of marriage, his kindness unwavering, yet a shadow resided within me. A marriage of convenience, orchestrated by our well-meaning parents during a turbulent time. My heart remained unclaimed, a vast, empty landscape yearning for a connection I never dared dream of.
JUL-030 Kaori Iiyama JAVSubIndo Then, one afternoon, Mark introduced me to his new team. A sea of faces blurred, but one set of eyes pierced through the haze. Kai. The electricity that crackled between us was undeniable. A forbidden spark ignited, a secret melody played only within our hearts. Stolen glances became a silent language, a yearning for a connection that transcended the walls of our loveless marriage.
Mark, oblivious to the storm brewing within me, continued his devotion. Weekends were spent planning elaborate outings, oblivious to my internal struggle. My escape became a monthly ritual, a carefully crafted ballet. I’d subtly nudge Mark towards a weekend away, a golf tournament he couldn’t resist. The moment the car disappeared down the street, a different life blossomed. A clandestine meeting with Kai, a stolen day filled with laughter and a connection that nourished my starved soul.
This wasn’t a story of betrayal, but of a yearning for a love that bloomed unexpectedly. It was a story of stolen moments, a desperate search for a connection that whispered promises of a future yet unwritten
