Pureko, bereaved and alone, fights her urges, but the void left by her husband's passing gnaws at her. She wanders, her silk kimono rustling, her hair disheveled, a picture of mourning. But her body betrays her, her nipples hard, her pussy throbbing. She finds a stranger, her grief morphing into desperation as she unties her obi, letting her kimono fall open. She takes his cock, her tears mingling with her saliva, her mouth a warm, wet grave for his lust. She sucks, her grief transforming into a hunger for release.