The Japanese Mother Next Door, Vol. 7: Echoes in the Garage. The Japanese Mother Next Door, #7
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- ISBN8231804016
- EAN9798231804016
- Date de parution06/05/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
In the sweltering summer heat of Kichijoji, where the drone of cicadas is a constant thrum and suburban propriety hangs heavy in the air, a different kind of heat is about to ignite. Meet Umie, 39, elegant, and achingly lonely in her meticulously kept home. Her quiet world of order is shattered by the rhythmic clang of iron from the garage next door, and the even more potent sight of Reiji Akiyama - eighteen, sculpted, and radiating a raw, youthful virility that awakens a hunger she'd long since buried.
What begins with stolen, curious glances through a crack in a door, as Reiji sweats and strains amidst his weights, soon spirals into an intoxicating dance of forbidden desire. The polite smiles between neighbors deepen into smoldering eye contact, charged whispers, and the undeniable pull of bodies craving what they shouldn't. Watch as the careful facade of a respectable "mother next door" crumbles, and the innocent intensity of a young man's lust finds its match.
From the dusty floor of a sun-drenched garage to the moonlit shadows of a private bedroom, "Echoes in the Garage" will plunge you into a world where every touch is electric, every shared breath a sin, and every taboo is an invitation. Dare to explore the silken slide of a yukata, the glistening sweat of exertion, the taste of forbidden fruit, and the surrender to a passion that knows no bounds. This isn't just a summer flirtation; it's an inferno.
Prepare to be consumed.
What begins with stolen, curious glances through a crack in a door, as Reiji sweats and strains amidst his weights, soon spirals into an intoxicating dance of forbidden desire. The polite smiles between neighbors deepen into smoldering eye contact, charged whispers, and the undeniable pull of bodies craving what they shouldn't. Watch as the careful facade of a respectable "mother next door" crumbles, and the innocent intensity of a young man's lust finds its match.
From the dusty floor of a sun-drenched garage to the moonlit shadows of a private bedroom, "Echoes in the Garage" will plunge you into a world where every touch is electric, every shared breath a sin, and every taboo is an invitation. Dare to explore the silken slide of a yukata, the glistening sweat of exertion, the taste of forbidden fruit, and the surrender to a passion that knows no bounds. This isn't just a summer flirtation; it's an inferno.
Prepare to be consumed.
In the sweltering summer heat of Kichijoji, where the drone of cicadas is a constant thrum and suburban propriety hangs heavy in the air, a different kind of heat is about to ignite. Meet Umie, 39, elegant, and achingly lonely in her meticulously kept home. Her quiet world of order is shattered by the rhythmic clang of iron from the garage next door, and the even more potent sight of Reiji Akiyama - eighteen, sculpted, and radiating a raw, youthful virility that awakens a hunger she'd long since buried.
What begins with stolen, curious glances through a crack in a door, as Reiji sweats and strains amidst his weights, soon spirals into an intoxicating dance of forbidden desire. The polite smiles between neighbors deepen into smoldering eye contact, charged whispers, and the undeniable pull of bodies craving what they shouldn't. Watch as the careful facade of a respectable "mother next door" crumbles, and the innocent intensity of a young man's lust finds its match.
From the dusty floor of a sun-drenched garage to the moonlit shadows of a private bedroom, "Echoes in the Garage" will plunge you into a world where every touch is electric, every shared breath a sin, and every taboo is an invitation. Dare to explore the silken slide of a yukata, the glistening sweat of exertion, the taste of forbidden fruit, and the surrender to a passion that knows no bounds. This isn't just a summer flirtation; it's an inferno.
Prepare to be consumed.
What begins with stolen, curious glances through a crack in a door, as Reiji sweats and strains amidst his weights, soon spirals into an intoxicating dance of forbidden desire. The polite smiles between neighbors deepen into smoldering eye contact, charged whispers, and the undeniable pull of bodies craving what they shouldn't. Watch as the careful facade of a respectable "mother next door" crumbles, and the innocent intensity of a young man's lust finds its match.
From the dusty floor of a sun-drenched garage to the moonlit shadows of a private bedroom, "Echoes in the Garage" will plunge you into a world where every touch is electric, every shared breath a sin, and every taboo is an invitation. Dare to explore the silken slide of a yukata, the glistening sweat of exertion, the taste of forbidden fruit, and the surrender to a passion that knows no bounds. This isn't just a summer flirtation; it's an inferno.
Prepare to be consumed.
