My angel, who looks like Yoshioka Iho, lives at a nearby rice ball shop. She has a ring on her left ring finger, so I assume she's a married woman, but that doesn't really matter. She always smiles at me kindly. I can't count the number of times her smile has saved me, even when I was desperate for life. But I wonder when it was that I wanted that smile all to myself. It was probably around the time I started masturbating, imagining my naked wife making a rice ball with her own juices, and I was so worried about what to do, I thought about ordering delivery and giving her a sleeping pill. There's no way this will work, but I still want it to work... I was constantly struggling with this, and now, before my eyes, I find my sleeping wife. An indescribable desire wells up inside me, driving me crazy. To calm these thoughts, I bury my face in her soft skin... She smells amazing. I couldn't help but roll up her clothes, revealing her large nipples, like the fillings in rice balls (estimated height: 22mm, diameter: 15mm). What a mismatched and obscene nipple, hard to imagine on a wife with such a gentle smile. I wonder how many men have sucked on those nipples before. Thinking about it, jealousy blew away my guilt and I resolved to devour her thoroughly. I tied up her voluptuous, naked body with any string I could find around the house. Licking every inch of her body, immobilized, I licked her lips, especially her lips, which smiled gently. That mouth, that mouth, drove me crazy. My strange paranoia fueled my sexual desire even more. I licked and violated her nipples, pussy, stool hole, and even her belly button, all with my tongue, just like I'd dreamed of. Today was the best day of my life! It seemed as if she had finally noticed my love, as her body began to convulse and she began to let out hot sighs. I thrust my cock into her angelic lips. It was an incredibly sinful feeling to defile those lips that always smiled with my cock. My whole body was tingling and I felt like I was about to ejaculate, but I held back and inserted my penis into the secret place of my long-desired wife. The inside of her vagina was warm, and her sticky love juice gently enveloped my cock and stroked it. I felt like she had acknowledged me somehow. I was happy. Now I was one with the wife of my dreams. That was enough. My hip movements were awkward, but the pleasure was unmatched. All that was left was to deliver my greatest love, carried in my milky white fluid, to her uterus...