I can't love big roots anymore... Busty wife

The second year of marriage. Life with a gentle and hardworking husband. The only dissatisfaction was that the white type husband was not very aggressive about the married life of the night. In the next room of the same apartment, a middle-aged man who was a silent, tactful, taco craftsman lived in Ikeda. It is a neighbor man who always returns to the solemn voice with a smile. However, Mina of the frustration is wet to the smell of the sweat of the male who drifts like this. And such a day...