CLUB-259 I picked up a pair of close friends at an izakaya next door and brought them home. As we were secretly having sex, I wondered if the girlfriend in the next room with strong defenses would let me have my way with her. The seventh one.

Spring is the season of parting and encounters. Tonight, at an izakaya in a town somewhere, a man and woman covered in sexual desire will meet. The shallow conversations exchanged at the izakaya are also fun. The thinner it is, the more you can enjoy the gap between the rich sex that unfolds afterwards. After all, girls who are dying to want to have sex. The turbulence is spectacular as much as it was irritated.