ikeuchi ryoko, the distorted sexual bond of my son who only scratches me by his husband's side.

Today, she is a housewife who works as a houseworker. There, a son appears and comes across his mother's crotch. She is talking to her husband on a cell phone. He is the son of a husband who comes home and enters the bathroom with his mother and pushes Chisopo into her throat through the door. The turbulence of his son, who is touched by his husband and shakes back and forth with the head of his mother, who is upset when he is spoken to. A mother who is killed again by her son if she let her husband sleep with sleeping pills. It is treated as a stingy graffiti and has a nose hook attached to it.