The days when the N-cup housewife next door and we were constantly having sex, sweating profusely. A dense, illicit drama of three consecutive sweat-drenched battles. Momose Kinosaki JUR-346

I harbored feelings for Ms. Momose, the married woman who lived next door. Every time we brushed past each other in the hallway, I would become so nervous I could hardly breathe. One day, Ms. Momose's air conditioner broke down, and her husband wasn't home, so I went to fix it. Seeing the sweat on her chest, I couldn't resist pushing her down. From that day on, we began to secretly meet, and until our sexual desire was completely exhausted, we continued to make love in the sweat...