Synopsis
Ever since my husband ran off in the middle of the night, leaving behind a debt, I’ve been unable to hide my breasts or even stand still. I’m forced to wear clothes that expose my chest, walk the streets at night, and every time I’m exposed to the public, my heart breaks down, yet he plays with my breasts like they’re his toys, grabbing them, shaking them, kneading them, dominating me as if they’re his masturbation tool. It’s scary. It’s embarrassing. I want it all to stop…But every time he touches my breasts, every time he takes me around, a heat spreads deep inside me, and I really hate myself. Even though I hate it, what scares me most is that I can’t stop.
Similar titles
