I was raped in front of my husband's photograph and came to an orgasm to the point of my orgasm.

Six months ago, my husband was suddenly told he was only allowed to live. Since then, my husband has been recovering from his home, but the day of his parting has finally arrived. In the blink of an eye, the first seventh day was reached. Perhaps because I was busy, I felt like I had passed away a long time ago, but my husband's memorial photograph was still so painful that I couldn't see much. However, there was still a continuation of this tragedy. The devil, who was targeting my mind and body, weakened by loneliness, was slowly approaching...slowly.