It was really a coincidence. When her wife went on a trip and bought a convenience store bento and was returning home, a familiar woman passed by. When I realized she was my ex-wife, I called out to her. Filled with nostalgia for her, I invited her to her home. He divorced his ex-wife for financial reasons. I was young then. We reported on each other's recent situation, and she seemed to be remarried to a relatively wealthy man. However, her expression was a little cloudy, and she seemed to be a little worried. As her ex-husband, I couldn't leave her alone, so I listened to her worries, but her expression was indescribably sexy, and I remembered the scene where the two were in love and laying their bodies on top of each other. In my excitement, I pushed her down. She resisted, but caressed her without hesitation. Her ex-wife's erogenous zones hadn't changed, and she seemed to be feeling her body more and more, even though she refused. When I inserted it into her slowly, it tightened gently and tightly as if the dick was waiting for my crotch.
