[The young woman's pink lingerie]

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A highly confidential dictation investigation commissioned by an underwear manufacturer is still ongoing.

Naoko Sawa, 27 years old, housewife.

This happened on a Sunday last year.

The sky was filled with bubbly clouds, as if it were about to snow.

Her husband, Masahiko, had returned to London, his business trip location, after spending five days of the Lunar New Year holiday in Japan. Another

three months of endurance were inevitable.

Naoko put on her kimono, hesitated for a moment, and then put on looser white thongs.

With a kimono, a bra and thongs were superfluous. If the lines of the thongs were visible, it would be considered low-class

, but the weather was cold.

However, there was another reason— today she was going to learn flower arranging

, something her husband had once encouraged. Her teacher was the still-young Toshiyuki Sekine 　　, a 35-year-old friend of her husband's. 　　His father wasn't a very famous writer, but after quitting his job, he established his own school of floristry. He was very skilled in divination, and his flower arranging was lifelike. 　　Because of the snow, the tram was much slower. 　　"Oh, your outfit today is more gorgeous than flowers, but all the students have gone home after class." 　　Sekine took Naoko's coat and led her to a smaller living room, not the usual classroom. 　　"Mr. Sekine, where are your wife and son? And your mother?" 　　"We just missed them; they went to Kyoto. Oh, they brought some early-blooming plum blossoms and daffodils, perfect for the New Year ." 　　Sekine was dressed casually in jeans, as if he didn't want to teach flower arranging. There was already a gas stove, but they still started drinking under the low table with the fireplace. Naoko was worried about wrinkling her kimono, but still sat down facing him. 　　Sekine stretched his leg under the stove, pressing his toes against Naoko's inner thigh. 　　(Ouch! It tickles. Although I have a shirt with my kimono, it's so thin that if I move my hips, she'll suspect I'm aware , which is not good. I can only pretend not to know; in five minutes, I'll touch her there.) 　　"Naoko, you should drink too. Flower arranging requires an open mind," Sekine said confidently. 　　Naoko glanced at the small tea table. Gray, withered reeds and vines of bitter gourds and cucumbers were arranged in a white vase , looking both classic and vibrantly fresh. 　　"Someone from a publishing house came to photograph that vase of flowers today, saying something like 'beauty lies in the chaos.' They've escaped the salaried class and are making money now." 　　Sekine's students have indeed increased considerably. Sekine 　　picked up his wine glass and drank. Whether unintentionally or as a joke, his heel wiggled against Minako's inner thigh . The sensation, more pleasurable than a tickle, made Minako want to lift her buttocks to avoid it. 　　"In high school and university, I only knew how to play soccer; I had absolutely no connection to flower arranging." 　　"Oh, by the way, when I saw your husband on New Year's Day, he was still so energetic." 　　Seeing him mention her husband like this, she probably didn't realize he was playing a prank. 　　Sekine's leg moved further in, his toes reaching three centimeters from her anus, right at her perineum . 　　(Oh no, what should I do? My husband isn't interested in this, but it reminds me of when I came back from a festival in high school. I'm terrified of touching my anus; that feeling makes me think of... I had sex with Yanya for five days during the New Year, so my body is probably aroused!) 　　Wearing a kimono makes it inconvenient to change my posture to avoid Sekine's feet. 　　"Naoko, drink." 　　"Thank you, but it's not good to get drunk before practicing flower arranging." 　　"No, getting drunk actually helps you separate reality from illusion, and you'll perform better. Hmm, maybe it 's just me." 　　Sekine said something that Naoko found very reasonable, raising his toes and lightly touching Naoko's anus. Of course , it also stimulated the inside of her thighs. 　　Naoko didn't understand what Sekine was thinking, and felt guilty about the swelling sensation in her anus. 　　"I'll drink." To suppress the strange pleasure that shouldn't have arisen, Naoko picked up the sake glass and took a big gulp. 　　(Oh, was he doing this on purpose? His toes touched my anus, oh no, I'm getting goosebumps.) 　　Naoko's sensitive anus, though protected by layers of clothing, could feel it starting to swell. Not only her anus, but the pleasurable itching sensation spread throughout her body. 　　"Mr. Sekine." 　　"Hmm? What is it?" 　　Naoko wasn't sure if Sekine was pretending to be confused, or if her husband's absence had heightened . Not only that, Sekine, being a former soccer player, skillfully used his entire foot, pressing his thumb firmly against Naoko's anus, then using the base of his toes to press against her perineum, while his instep swayed below her vulva. 　　(No! If this continues, not only will my kimono be messed up, I won't be able to stand up, and the nectar from there might stain the apron under my kimono. It's such a shame, if my husband were home, this itching sensation would be solved.) 　　Naoko even thought that it would be better if Sekine were a stranger. Having an affair with a stranger and then cutting ties after the breakup —but having it with her husband's best friend—might have lasting consequences! 　　Suppressing the trembling in her anus and vulva, and trying to calm her reaction to Sekine's feet, Naoko stood up and said , "Mr. Sekine, let me make some drinks and snacks." 　　She noticed her vulva was wet and felt a wave of dizziness. 　　"To avoid soiling your kimono, put on an apron." Perhaps having lost her target, Sekine looked a little disappointed. 　　Naoko quickly turned around, picked up Sekine's apron, and opened the refrigerator. The itching sensation in her lower body persisted . 　　(Mr. Sekine is really like a pervert. I was worried for him when he quit his job five years ago, but I didn't expect him to have so many students and even call himself a refined person. His attitude is getting more and more arrogant, he might as well be a real pervert. It would be best if he did it while I was sleeping, like he did my prank, so my self-esteem wouldn't be hurt. What if I really fall asleep?) 　　"Don't force yourself to cook what even my wife won't cook, just make something simple." 　　Although it was indirect, it wasn't with her hands, but with her toes playing with the flower stamens, so she still gave a slightly embarrassed . 　　Naoko put two small dishes on the table in a huff. 　　"Naoko, do you really want to learn flower arranging?" 　　"Is that even a question?" Naoko sat back down under the stove.

Sekine had already pulled his heels back. He felt a mix of relief and disappointment.

"I have a method for rapid improvement."

"What is it?"

Naoko asked, sitting back down, her bottom brushing against her still-wet apron, recalling her earlier excitement

.

"It's as important as a graduation certificate; it's not something you can easily tell others, not

even ."

"Maybe."

"I'll give you a little hint: it's about becoming a complete flower. It's difficult, but I can

teach you."

"Does it require special lessons?" "

Yes, very close to the secret. To steal my flower arranging techniques, first have a drink. Getting drunk is also important

; that way you'll understand the flower's essence." Sekine said, urging her to drink.

"If I get drunk, I'll fall asleep, and that'll be troublesome. I can only drink a little. I can't drink more."

If they really got drunk, and Naoko was teased like that, they could pretend not to notice.

But wouldn't that be too dangerous?

"It's alright if you fall asleep, the radio says the trains have stopped running."

"That's terrible, I need to hurry back after I finish this."

Naoko picked up her sake glass and, in a fit of despair, finished the rest of the sake, finding it bitter

. "Naoko, you seem very sleepy."

"Really? What's wrong with me?"

Her mind was still clear, but her limbs felt weak, and Naoko involuntarily collapsed onto the tatami mat.

"Are you alright? Don't catch a cold!"

Feeling Sekine sit down beside her, he covered her with a blanket, while his hand quietly slipped inside her collar.

Naoko's mind was half-awake and half-dazed, her limbs numb and limp.

"Naoko, Naoko," Sekine shook her body.

"Ah...no...no..."

She was still somewhat conscious, but her tongue seemed to be tied in knots. She could feel Sekine's hand inside Naoko's

braless kimono, gently caressing her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples.

"Naoko, it's alright. I think we should untie the kimono's obi."

Sekine whispered in Naoko's ear, tapping her cheek with his finger as if to check her waking

level. Seeing that Naoko didn't answer, he began to untie the kimono's obi.

(He probably laced the sake with sleeping pills; what a wicked person. Actually, I thought it wouldn't matter if I was being played with while I was sleeping

, so I can't blame him entirely.)

Sekine easily untied the kimono's obi, leaving Naoko only in her pink shirt.

"Naoko, Naoko," Sekine continued, still trying to confirm if Naoko was truly asleep. 　　Naoko's mind was already hazy, but she instinctively felt that continuing to undress would be dangerous, but she didn't want to answer because it felt too strenuous. 　　"Are you really asleep, Naoko?"

Sekine 　　said, sitting quietly for a while, then, as if unable to resist, began to turn Naoko's body over. Naoko, 　　half-asleep, realized she was unconsciously assisting Sekine's actions. 　　(Now that things have come to this, if I pretend to be asleep, I certainly won't penetrate a sleeping woman. That might even prevent an affair. I'm lying face down now. I'm only wearing my undershirt and socks.) 　　Sekine lifted his undershirt; if he weren't wearing panties, his lower body would be completely naked. 　　Perhaps because Naoko was her friend's wife, she sensed Sekine's trembling. 　　She didn't feel cold; the gas stove flame seemed to reach directly to her thighs. 　　Sekine had completely lifted his undershirt, as if staring at the lace-trimmed panties. 　　In her hazy state, Naoko could feel the heat on her buttocks, her anus wriggling, her vulva swollen and moist, and her clitoris beginning to itch. 　　"Naoko, are you fast asleep?" Sekine seemed very timid, his ear close to Naoko's nose and mouth , lightly touching her anus through her panties. 　　In her hazy state, Naoko felt a melting pleasure from her friend's fingers. 　　(Oh no, his fingers are in front! Because of the teasing earlier, the front of my panties is wet, but it feels so good!) 　　Sekine's fingers, after a slight hesitation, moved from Naoko's anus to her perineum, lingering between before sliding down to the cleft. 　　There was no gap between her pubic bone and the tatami mat, making it difficult for his fingers to penetrate. That way, he wouldn't notice her panties were wet . 　　Sekine seemed impatient and started pulling down Naoko's panties. 　　(Oh no, he saw her anus, it looks like it's bulging!) 　　Her limbs remained weak and immobile. Perhaps due to the unusual behavior, Naoko seemed more alert . 　　Sekine's breath hit Naoko's buttocks, and it seemed only her anus and clitoris were particularly sensitive. 　　Sekine seemed determined to admire her clitoris, folding the cushion in half and tucking it under his waist. 　　(It doesn't matter if he sees there, but it's best not to notice her panties are wet.) Just a few days ago, her husband said, "Beautiful pink, this is proof that you're not having an affair." He praised Naoko's clitoris 　　like that . 　　Because of the cushion under her waist, her legs began to rise, and her panties were pulled down to her knees. 　　"Wow, it's a pink world," Sekine murmured, pushing her anus and vulva apart simultaneously. 　　"Naoko, you're not awake, are you?" Sekine said in a voice that disrupted this half-dream state, spitting saliva onto Naoko's anus and vulva. 　　"Hoo hoo," Naoko snored, wanting to continue indulging in this sensual dream world . 　　"In contrast to the beautiful color, I smell a lewd odor, like spoiled milk. Naoko , are you really still dreaming?" 　　Sekine's voice was soft, sounding timid, but he still reached his hand under Naoko's crotch , searching for her clitoris. 　　It seemed her husband's friend hadn't given her much sleeping pills. 　　"Ugh," Naoko moaned, desperately trying to suppress the pleasure as Sekine's fingers rubbed around her clitoris. 　　"Naoko, Naoko, are you alright?"

Hearing Naoko's almost normal moan, Sekine stopped what he was doing in a panic. He breathed directly into

Naoko's ear.

At that moment, Naoko found even her ear could feel sensual.

"Huff, huff," she said, not daring to wiggle her hips, and could only continue to pretend to snore. "

She's not awake, she definitely isn't awake,"

Sekine muttered to himself, while gently rubbing Naoko's anus with his fingers and also gently

rubbing her vulva.

(Oh no, this is bad, like in the first year of high school, her body turned yellow, it means she's about to cum, I can't take it anymore!) Warm,

wet nectar overflowed from her vagina, and Naoko felt like she was really going to faint this time.

"What? She peed? Strange, does this still happen when you're asleep?"

Naoko heard Sekine's voice intermittently, and then the voice faded away.

In her dream, she heard her husband's friend calling out: "Naoko, what's wrong? I'm sorry, it's my fault.

Ah, what should I do?" Sekine said in a panicked voice.

"Ah, I slept so well. Oh! Where am I?"

Naoko felt refreshed, only her lower body still felt itchy.

"Don't be so nice, Naoko. I thought you fell asleep after taking the medicine. I just shared

some of ," Sekine apologized, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He was more honest than she had imagined, which also meant he might easily reveal her secret.

"Ah, what did you do to me?"

"No, nothing. I just saw you messing up your clothes while you were sleeping. I didn't do anything.

" "Really."

"You mustn't tell your husband."

"It couldn't be helped. I was drunk, so it was my fault. And I fell asleep, so I can't remember anything

."

Only half of it was true. With so much nectar flowing from her flower and her reaching orgasm,

it was difficult for Naoko to lie.

"Is that so? That's good then." Sekine not only smiled but also adopted

the authority .

"By the way, Naoko, would you like me to teach you flower arranging?"

"What kind of course is that?"

"If I told you, any secrets would be worthless, but at least it would allow you to create a style."

"I'm willing to accept special instruction." Naoko felt an itch starting in her lower body again.

"But this is a very important course. You must completely obey my instructions, and you can't tell anyone.

Can you do that?"

"Yes, I will absolutely obey orders. Now I need to get dressed."

"No need, you look fine as you are. Can you move that movable mirror here?"

Sekine ordered Naoko, then cleaned up the sake bottles and dishes himself.

"The mirror is for you to see yourself, so just leave it there. Now lie on your back on the stove table."

Sekine took a bottle of Tulip 95 and stuck it in Naoko's mouth: "At this moment, you must be completely under the control of the flowers."

Sekine pulled open the collar of Naoko's kimono and spread the hem to the left and right.

Now she couldn't pretend to be asleep, and Naoko's sense of shame was stimulated.

Sekine took out scissors and cut Naoko's panties.

"Teacher Sekine."

"This is a special lesson. If you talk again, you'll be punished." Sekine said sternly.

"You can look in that mirror and admire your body reflected in the flowers or vase."

After saying that, Sekine tied five daffodils together with a rubber band.

"Don't move!" Sekine came to Naoko's feet and actually inserted the daffodils into her genitals.

Perhaps thinking that the sudden insertion would damage her genitals, he moistened his fingers with saliva and massaged Naoko's labia.

"How can you be so wet during a sacred flower arranging lesson?"

Sekine moistened his fingers with honey and smeared it on the stems of the daffodils.

"Get ready inside too." Sekine inserted his fingers into Naoko's vagina.

This time it wasn't as mechanical as before, but rather like checking the humidity or tightness inside, his fingers

wriggling inside Naoko's vagina.

"Ah, okay, deeper." Naoko wanted to twist her buttocks, but she endured it. In this way, the pleasure was more

concentrated in her lower body.

"Your husband is so lucky to have such a wonderful penis, but that has nothing to do with the flower arranging class."

Sekine spent a long time examining Naoko's vagina. He not only inserted and removed his fingers inside, but also

found small granular areas and rubbed them vigorously.

(Ah, as expected of a flower arranging teacher, her skills are ten times better than her husband's. No, twenty times better! I

can't take it !)

Just then, Sekine withdrew his fingers and inserted a bunch of daffodils into Naoko's vagina.

"Ah..." Naoko tried to hold back, but still let out a lewd moan.

"Don't move! Try to make the pale yellow flowers face the ceiling."

Sekine crossed his arms over his chest, as if he was thinking.

(Ah, it would be best to continue inserting the daffodil bouquet.)

Naoko adopted a lewd posture, and intense pleasure surged from her body.

While enduring the itching sensation in her lower body, she inadvertently glanced at the mirror beside her and saw her sexy and lewd

posture , which excited Naoko even more.

"Hmm, something seems to be missing. Right, her breasts are crying."

Sekine said, taking a paperclip from the cupboard.

"Dandelions would have been best, but this is what we'll have to do."

Sekine pulled a dried reed from the vase, cut it short, and used the paperclip to attach it to Naoko's nipples.

"Your nipples are pointy and cute." Sekine said, then sighed.

(Ah, the pain from the paperclip is almost like numbness; if I were to play with her clitoris now, I'd reach

orgasm .)

Both nipples were decorated with dried reeds.

"What's missing? Right, the problem is her smooth, plump buttocks."

Sekine picked up the plum blossom Naoko had brought and wrapped tape around its base.

In the mirror, Sekine's jeans bulged high.

"Don't let the daffodil fall through the hole in the front, then grab your toes with both hands and align the center of your buttocks, that

is, your anus, with the ceiling."

"Ugh."

Sekine lifted Naoko's legs, pushing her anus further towards the ceiling. His breath sprayed onto her anus, and occasionally

a cool breeze from the cracks in the doors and windows swept over it.

"We need to prepare this too," Sekine said, dipping his little finger in the nectar and smearing it on her anus

.

(Ah, good. Both the front and back are being played with; she's truly under the control of the flower.)

Naoko deceived herself, transforming the lewd pleasure into the mystery of flower arranging. Sekine's

nails were trimmed, but his skin was still rough from frequent flower arranging, stimulating Naoko's anus. After

rubbing gradually inserted himself.

(Ah, that's good. Besides being delicate, there's also a moderate roughness. This is an excretory organ; why is it so

itchy?)

Naoko's anus was already sensitive, and now it felt as if the anus itself was overflowing with nectar, producing a mysterious

pleasure .

"Does your husband play with this too? It has a strong contraction."

Sekine's fingers weren't just one; it felt like two or three were deeply penetrating her anus at once. For a moment,

Naoko couldn't breathe due to the intense pleasure.

"Does your husband do this too?"

Now, he was arranging the flower, and he was also ordering Naoko "not to speak," but her husband's friend, Sekine, seemed to

ask with envy.

"Ugh," Naoko, with 95 taro in her mouth, honestly shook her head in response.

It was precisely because her husband, Masahiko, had never done that that her anus was experiencing such intense pleasure.

At this moment, Naoko knew that after Sekine's fingers stimulated her anus, the pleasure shifted to her clitoris, and her nectar

overflowed as if she had lost control of her bladder.

"So your husband didn't even know such a delicious place?"

Sekine gently pulled his fingers out of her anus, gazed at the rapidly breathing Naoko, and then

inserted the part of the plum blossom branch wrapped with tape into Naoko's anus.

"Ah, so deep, so comfortable, I'm about to die! My anus and rectum are about to burst!"

Naoko couldn't help but wriggle her hips to express her pleasure. She felt her anus begin to swell, as if it were affecting her

flower bud, something about to explode.

"You can't move! You'll ruin the flower arrangement."

"Ugh, ugh," Naoko spat out the tulip 95 she had in her mouth, letting out a rapid moan.

"In that case, I'll have to tie your hands and feet up. You need to have the atmosphere of being a vase."

Sekine said calmly, then took a rope and tied Naoko's right hand and right ankle, and her left hand and left ankle

together.

The flower bud was facing the ceiling, with daffodils inserted inside. A plum blossom branch extended diagonally upwards from her anus, and her nipples

were fixed with withered reeds with pins.

(Ah, what kind of position is this? I'm about to cum. Maybe it's because of her husband's good friend that she's

so intensely sensual.)

Naoko peeked at the mirror next to her and saw her living vase, her nectar flowing out continuously.

"It's finished! This is my best work lately. I want to take a picture, may I, Naoko?" Sekine

asked, adjusting the position of the plum blossom branch.

"No, teacher, Mr. Sekine. If my husband finds out, my life is over. But it's alright."

Naoko's consciousness became hazy at the thought of being photographed in this pose.

"I swear to you, I will hide this photo in the safest place and not let anyone see it. My

snow-white body and the flowers are the masterpiece of my life."

"No, Mr. Sekine."

"I'll use a Polaroid camera, so I won't develop it.

I'll . Let's pinky swear, okay?" Sekine kept pleading with Naoko.

"Ah, a tryst? You're going to meet me without my husband's knowledge? Aren't we practicing flower arranging?"

Naoko's speech was not fluent because she was filled with pleasure.

"I understand, Naoko. It's just for today. Can I take the picture now?"

"But I can't." Naoko opened her eyes slightly and looked at the mirror next to her.

Sekine, camera in hand, stared intently at Naoko's genitals.

"The nipples have withered reeds, the buttocks have plum blossoms, and the vulva has daffodils—it's so beautiful. Especially the pale red

daffodils against the pink labia."

Sekine seemed completely absorbed in his masterpiece.

"Ah," the lewd words traveled from Naoko's ears to her genitals, striking the darkest part of her soul.

"Naoko, how about sacrificing yourself for flower arranging?"

"Yes, I understand."

Naoko involuntarily agreed. During nighttime intercourse with her husband, Naoko would even ask the lights to be dimmed.

"Thank you. Don't move, I'm worried the flowers will fall."

Sekine said excitedly, pointing the camera lens directly at Naoko's face. Naoko

turned her face away, seeing herself reflected in the mirror. The shameless posture made her dizzy, and she

tightly closed her eyes.

She felt the flash of the camera and heard the shutter click.

"Turn your face around, that's my most... [Unintelligible text] The camera buzzed as the photo came out

.

"Ah, okay, take the picture."

When the flash came on again, a large amount of nectar gushed from the flower's center, and the daffodil fell.

"Ugh, I'm sorry," Naoko apologized.

Not only because the daffodil fell from the center, but also because she knew a large amount of nectar had flowed from it onto the table.

"It can't be helped, because you'll definitely be excited, won't you?"

"Yes, even during flower arranging practice, please forgive me."

"Hmm, there are no flowers there, but it still looks good." Her husband's best friend said something explicit.

The shutter clicked again. Naoko's flower center began to wriggle, her anus was also affected,

trembling , and a plum blossom branch fell.

"Ah, my butt, I'm sorry."

"Really, in this sacred class. But, it looks good without the flowers, take the reeds

away too."

Sekine removed the nipple pin and began photographing her body without flowers.

"Ah, I'm about to faint, please have mercy on me!"

Without the flowers on her body, it was as if she had nothing to do with flower arranging, leaving only an obscene posture that made Naoko feel

hot all over. Not only the flower stamen and anus, but her whole body seemed to have become a sex organ.

"There's nothing in your mouth, it feels like something's missing."

Sekine, camera in hand, approached Naoko's head. Naoko heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

"Naoko, treat my penis like a flower."

Before Naoko could answer, Sekine's hot penis pressed against her lips.

"Kiss, suck."

"Ugh, I don't know."

Guilt made Naoko feel herself sinking deeper into depravity. Taking Sekine's hard penis into her mouth,

unlike her husband's, the smell was particularly strong. This difference made Naoko deeply aware of her affair,

to the point that her excitement reached its peak.

"This oral sex scene is pretty good, I'll take a picture to remember it."

Sekine pressed the shutter again.

The photo slipped from the camera and fell onto Naoko's mons pubis, her clitoris feeling intense stimulation.

"Naoko, can I lick yours too?"

"Ah, whatever. Oh."

Naoko's lower abdomen heaved, the intense anticipation making her feel her pubic hair stand on end.

Sekine used his lips to pinch her clitoris and suck.

"Ah, no!" Naoko's vision went blank as she rushed towards the peak of her orgasm.

It was quiet; the world outside was a deep blue, not yet completely dark, and it was still snowing.

"Go take a bath. I'm sorry for leaving rope marks on your hands and feet." As she

awoke , her husband's friend, Sekine, whispered in Naoko's ear.

She was completely naked.

"Shouldn't you just dry yourself off with a towel? I'm not finished yet."

The flower arrangement teacher seemed to have strength too, lifting the 47-kilogram Naoko and laying her down on the tatami.

Beside her were the flowers that had been arranged on Naoko's body, her torn panties, and hemp rope.

There was also hot water in a wooden tub, and a kimono hanging on the wall.

"Look, it's already like this."

Sekine seemed to have just finished bathing, wearing only a large bath towel. He pulled Naoko's hand to her lower body

.

It wasn't as hard as her husband Masahiko's erection, but his body was robust.

"Do you like me?"

"No." Naoko answered half-truthfully.

"Probably, taking advantage of your friend's absence to insert flowers into his wife! She definitely won't agree to

kiss ."

"Kissing is out of the question, but please wipe me down there."

"So, even without love, you can still insert it there?"

Sekine's palm pressed against Naoko's still-fluffy vulva,

reigniting her lust.

"Hmm, please do as you please."

Sekine covered her entire genitals with a hot towel. Sekine's fingers simultaneously rubbed her vulva, vulva, and anus.

Fluid immediately gushed from Naoko's vulva.

"You're willing to kiss my penis, but not my mouth, so I'll just have to insert it."

Sekine sighed and pressed down on Naoko.

Besides the weight of her body, the feeling of fullness, even stronger than her husband's, made Naoko's body tremble

with excitement .

"Naoko, is that alright?"

Sekine's pubic bone pressed tightly against Naoko's clitoris, his fingers rubbing her anus.

Naoko knew that another intense orgasm was coming.

"Ah, that's great. Kissing is fine too, but let's forget about today. Ahh..."

A spasm began deep within her flower, and the taste of the kiss was exquisite.

Ten months later, Naoko founded a new school of flower arranging, with seventy-seven students. Their married life

was blissful .

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