
A letter arrived at the office, revealing a reality beyond imagination. It details the life of a housewife whose husband and son's roles have reversed. She is forced to endure daily sexual abuse by her son while her husband turns a blind eye. The reality might just be the white fluid filling her up every single day.
It all comes down to the fact that the actress just wasn't my type. As you can sort of tell from the cover, she has a rather sturdy, thick-boned build, lacking that delicate, feminine grace. It’s purely a matter of personal preference, so those who like this type might actually enjoy it.
It was incredibly realistic, and the actors' performances were top-notch. The casting was great, and it's been a while since I've seen something this exciting.