Hidden behind the mourning dress is a terrifying, obscene physical relationship! A widow's dirty desire! A widow who fell into ecstasy! Something has gone wrong since that day on the 49th... I don't want to remember my late husband. Right now, I just want to be swirled in a vortex of pleasure. A widow dyed in repentance and shame in front of her portrait! [* There is some disturbance in the image and sound]
