Sweat poured down, reason fled. This was a sex scene depicting a summer romance; she bounced violently, floating in the air, convulsing, her back arched. (Aoi Ichino JUR-226)

Several years into our marriage, I'd forgotten when I last made love to my husband; I'd probably reached my limit. After he went shrimp fishing, I resisted verbally, but his colleague pressured me, leading to an uncontrollable, frenzied orgasm. I told myself it would only happen once, but my body wouldn't cooperate. The more we met secretly, the more addicted I became; the numbing sensation of sex with him made me lose myself completely…