JUY-532 — Raising A Tatami Room - Unforgettable Memories Of That Hot And Humid Day - Momoko Isshiki

It was a humid day in early summer. I was attacked by a stranger in an alleyway in my familiar neighborhood and taken into an old house. The silent man, who I had never seen before, violated me with only rough breathing echoing through his voice... He then locked me in a dirty tatami room and played with me as he pleased with his desires. How many days had passed since then? I realized the kindness of this man who spoke little. At the same time, my body began to respond to his caresses...