I start sweating and having sex with a frustrated married woman in the middle of the day.

Continuous marital fights. I haven't slept in the same bed for three years now. Let's end it... and the thoughts of this came to mind, but I was still at the very last minute. "Madam, you're frustrated, aren't you? You can tell by looking at her face," he told me, and I couldn't deny it. I was entrusted to him, who was violently asking me to see through my heart, and greeted the pleasures that my husband couldn't fill me with. I've always wanted to have sex like this.