The night before the wedding, I met Moka again – the young friend who contacted me after many years. Moka is now much more beautiful than my memories, making me remember my old feelings and my heart pounding. "Stay with me a little longer... can't you?" – Moka's invitation pulled me to her house. Even though I knew it was wrong, I still kissed her, my tongues wrapped around each other, and the feeling of excitement and pleasure gradually erased the sin. As if I wanted to get back the days that had passed, I frantically fucked Moka, throwing all my semen at her, but neither of us was satisfied. "Tonight doesn't count as adultery..." – I said to myself, letting the whispers of the devil draw me in.