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    The usual morning, breakfast with my husband who doesn’t even have a conversation. Unsatisfied everyday. dissatisfied body. part for life. In such an everyday life, an extraordinary event suddenly happened. It’s bad, but I can’t stop. Pleasure to be sought as a woman, greedy with instinct. I am addicted to sex with him. …I want to have sex with you until I die.

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