Rumi opens the door with a radiant smile, her hazel eyes sparkling behind her glasses as she greets {{user}}. "{{user}}, honey! Come on in," she chirps warmly, stepping aside to let him enter. "Haruto just ran to the store real quick, but he should be back any minute now." Rumi's voluptuous body stretches the thin fabric of her casual blouse and skirt, her massive tits jiggling with each movement. She closes the door behind him, her wide hips swaying enticingly. "Can I get you anything while you wait, sweetie? A snack, something to drink?" Rumi asks, ever the doting host. She reaches out to straighten {{user}}'s collar, her soft fingers brushing against his neck. "My, my, you're growing into such a handsome young man," she murmurs, her gaze lingering on his face. A faint blush colors her cheeks as impure thoughts flit unbidden through her mind. "Ah, listen to me, getting all sentimental!" Rumi laughs, shaking her head. She gestures for {{user}} to make himself comfortable. "I'll just go grab some refreshments. You know you're always welcome here, sugarbun. Mi casa es su casa!"

"Well, honey," Rumi says with a smile as she busies herself in the kitchen, her back turned towards him for now, "I just think of you as family. You've been such good friends with Haruto all these years... it feels natural to treat you like one of my own." She glances over her shoulder at him, noticing how he takes in her curvy figure as she moves around the kitchen. Her heart flutters briefly; his attention makes her feel a bit giddy and self-conscious all at once. Quickly, she turns back to the countertops to avoid making too much of it. "Anyway, I've got some delicious sushi rolls for us today," she announces, selecting a few colorful plates from a cabinet. "I hope you like them! And while we eat, how about we catch up on that TV show everyone's been talking about? You know the one with that handsome actor... what was his name again?"

"Oh, of course, sweetie," Rumi says with a warm smile, putting down the plates on the coffee table and sitting down beside him on the couch. She pats the spot beside her invitingly "What's on your mind?" Her heart skips a beat as she notices how close they are now. It feels wrong in a way, but it also fills her with anticipation. She tries to focus on what he's saying, despite the fluttering sensation in her stomach...

"Oh honey," Rumi whispers sympathetically, gently placing a hand on his knee "I'm so sorry to hear that. It must be awful feeling like that." Her breath hitches as she feels how tightly he's wearing his pants; her imagination runs wild, wondering what's beneath them... She forces herself to focus on comforting him rather than giving into her own desires. His proximity is starting to make it difficult for her, though. Every inch of skin that brushes against hers sets off a jolt of electricity through her body, making her want more. "You know," she says hesitantly, "sometimes people can be very cruel, and we have to remember not to let their words define us. You're an amazing person with so much love to give... I mean, just look at Haruto! He adores you." She gives his knee a squeeze before leaning in closer, her lips inches away from his ear. The warmth of her breath sends shivers down his spine as she whispers softly: "And you know what? I think... you're amazing too. You always put others first, just like Haruto does." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, feeling bold in a way she never has before: "If it's any consolation, I think you'd be pretty irresistible to most people. Maybe there are some who just don't know how to appreciate that."

The last part comes out as barely more than a whisper, but it carries all the longing and desire she's been fighting since he sat down beside her. For a moment, their eyes meet; hers shining with emotion while his gaze flickers uncertainly between her face

Her heart skips a beat at his endearment; she can feel the blood rushing to her face, making it difficult to breathe for a moment. The realization that she just called him "mommy" only serves to make the situation more surreal and intense. She's not sure how to respond without further crossing lines, but she can't help herself; the desire to comfort him in this way is overwhelming.

Tentatively, her hand moves from his knee up to his thigh, caressing gently before sliding higher until it rests against the warm flesh of his inner thigh. Her fingers twitch slightly, wanting to explore further but hesitating out of caution. She clears her throat, unable to meet his gaze as she whispers, "You know... I've always been a bit flustered around you. It's nice to finally feel like I can be honest with myself."

Her free hand finds its way onto the other side of his thigh, mirroring her earlier motion. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the hardness beneath his pants, remembering all too well what it feels like in her hands. The memory makes heat rise unbidden to her cheeks.

"I... I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything, okay?" She says softly, still not quite looking at him. "I'm here for you, and I don't ever want you to feel like nobody cares about what you have to say."

Her fingers begin to move more confidently now, massaging gently against his inner thigh. With each stroke, she grows bolder, pushing the boundaries of their relationship further. She closes her eyes briefly, savoring the feeling of skin on skin, wondering where this will lead...

Her heart races as his fingers dance across her skin, the heat of his touch spreading through her body like wildfire. The words he speaks send a thrill coursing through her veins, making it difficult to focus on anything but how much she wants him right now. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to steady herself as she contemplates his request.

She turns to face him fully now, their bodies inches apart. The desire in his eyes mirrors her own, and with a small hesitation, she leans forward, pressing her lips gently against his earlobe before whispering, "I'd like that very much."

With practiced ease, Rumi slides off the couch to kneel on the floor between his legs. Her hands move slowly up his thighs, pausing for a moment on the edge of his pants before she begins to push them downward, revealing more and more of him with each inch they descend. His hard length springs free from confinement, tenting his boxers in anticipation.

She looks up at him now, eyes shining with desire as she cups her hands around his erection, stroking slowly upward before giving a firmer squeeze. Her fingers slide easily over the velvety skin, tracing patterns on and beneath the tip. "Is this what you need?" She asks breathlessly, voice trembling slightly. "Do you want me to make it better for you?"

With a small laugh, Rumi does as he asks, straddling his lap now. Her breasts press against his chest, her nipples hardening almost immediately as she feels the warmth of his skin against them. She cups her hands behind his head, pulling him closer for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues dance together, trading possession before she breaks away to pant against his lips.

"You're making this so hard," she whispers breathlessly. "I want you... I need you." Her words are fueled by an unfamiliar desperation; she's never felt like this before, and the sensations coursing through her body leave her craving more. With shaking hands, she reaches down to guide his erection toward her aching core. "Please," she breathes as he slides home in a single, smooth thrust.

Her hips buck against him, meeting his movements eagerly. Her breath comes faster now, and with each stroke of their joined bodies, she feels herself growing closer to the edge of oblivion. She presses her lips together to stifle her moans, trying to keep this as quiet as possible... but how long can they possibly last like this?

Her heart races as she realizes what he's suggesting. Her eyes widen in surprise, but then she nods eagerly. "Yes," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I want that... I need you to..." Her hands move restlessly over his chest and shoulders, digging into his skin as her body trembles with anticipation. She tilts her hips upward, guiding him closer to the spot that aches for his touch. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her lips parting to reveal the pink flesh of her inner thighs and ass.

With a groan, he pushes forward, aligning their bodies perfectly. The sensation of his cock pressing against her sensitive entrance is almost too much to bear; she arches her back, crying out as he finally breaches her barrier. His hips thrust forward roughly, and with one final grunt of effort, he's buried to the hilt inside of her.

Her body jerks beneath him as pleasure washes over her in a blinding wave. She gasps for air, fingers digging into his shoulders as she feels every inch of him claiming her. Her pussy grips tightly around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust. The sounds they make together are muffled by the plush carpet beneath them; their moans and whimpers punctuated by the slapping of skin on skin as they move together in a frenzied dance.

Rumi's whole body tenses, fingers digging painfully into his shoulders as she feels the oncoming orgasm building inside her. "Oh my god..." She pants, arching her back again and again as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her inner muscles squeeze tightly around him, sending shockw

Her nails scrape harshly against his skin as she digs them deeper in a desperate attempt to find purchase against the pleasure wracking her body. Her back arches off the floor, forcing him deeper still inside of her with each thrust. "Fuck..." She moans, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire.

Her breasts jiggle against his chest as she leans forward, the heavy weight pressing down on him. It's almost too much; he can barely breathe beneath the suffocating warmth of her bosom. But at the same time, it only serves to fuel his need for more of her.

With one last, powerful thrust, he empties himself inside of her, groaning loudly as his hips jerk roughly against hers. She collapses onto him in a boneless heap, breath coming in ragged gasps. Her whole body feels impossibly hot and tight around him; every muscle quivering from the aftershocks of their shared orgasms.

As their hearts race wildly together, their bodies slowly begin to cool down, skin melding back into skin as reality sets in once more. Rumi lies on top of him for several long moments before finally pulling away, smiling dreamily at the sight of her hair splayed across his chest and her breasts still pressed against his bare skin.

"I... um..." she stammers, blushing deeply as she tries to gather her thoughts. "That was... really nice."

"Oh my..." Rumi says with a laugh, glancing around the room nervously as if she could see through walls to check on Haruto. "You're right, we should probably clean up." She doesn't sound particularly upset about it; in fact, there's an almost wistful note to her voice that makes his heart race a little faster.

Still straddling him, she leans forward and gives him a quick peck on the lips before reaching down to grab a discarded tissue from beside the couch. She blots at his mouth and chin with practiced ease, never meeting his eyes as she does so. Once he's cleaned up, she turns her attention to herself, dabbing gently at her own lips and cheeks.

Rising to her feet, Rumi grabs a couple of tissues from the nearby coffee table and holds them out to him, her blush deepening as their eyes meet again. "Here," she says softly. "Just in case..."

As they finish cleaning themselves up, Rumi can't help but feel a wave of exhaustion wash over her. It's been an emotionally charged day already, and this... experience with User#1756455229317 has left her feeling utterly drained in more ways than one. She realizes she should probably get some rest if she wants to be able to face Haruto and explain everything that happened.

"Well," Rumi says, her voice sounding hoarse even to her own ears, "I think it's time for me to turn in as well. It's been a long day." She glances over at the clock, then back at User#1756455229317 apologetically. "Sorry if I wasn't much of a host tonight..."

Her cheeks flush again as she thinks about how they spent their time together; her body feels oddly warm despite the cool air from the vents. It's hard to believe that this was somehow wrong, that there shouldn't be feelings like this between them... but there are, and she knows it won't be easy to ignore them anymore.

The words send a shockwave of heat through her core; his proposal makes the decision for her. She can feel herself growing wet again just thinking about it. "Well," she says breathlessly, trying to play it cool even though her heart is racing, "if you insist... we don't have much time anyway."

Carefully, she climbs onto the couch beside him, her heart thundering in her chest as their bodies brush against each other once more. This time, there's no hesitation; their lips meet hungrily, tongues tangling as they devour one another. His hand moves to cup her breast through the fabric of her shirt, squeezing gently before sliding downward toward the hem of her shorts.

Rumi moans into his mouth, arching against him as he reaches up to unbutton her pants and push them down her hips. His fingers brush against her bare skin, sending electric shocks coursing through her body. She can't believe they're doing this; that she's letting herself want it so badly. But there's something about being with him like this... something more than just friendship or comfort.

She gets on her knees and puts her long silky brown hair in a high ponytail.

She leans forward, pressing her lips against the soft flesh of his inner thigh before beginning to kiss and nibble her way higher, paying special attention to any sensitive spots she finds along the way. Her hands move restlessly over his legs, alternating between caressing and gripping tightly as she loses herself in the sensation of him beneath her lips and tongue.

As she works her way closer to his erection, she takes a moment to pause, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Her breath comes faster now, anticipation mixing with desire in a potent cocktail that makes it difficult for her to think straight.

"Are you enjoying this?" She asks breathlessly, her voice thick with need. "Is this what you want me to do?"

I'm so turned on by the way you sound. The feel of your cock in my mouth sends a shockwave through my body and I moan around it, tasting myself on your skin as I take more of you into me. My tongue swirls over the sensitive ridge beneath the head, teasing as I suck gently.

"I need it so bad," I whisper between licks. "You feel amazing in my mouth." One of my hands reaches up to caress his thigh, the other slides between us to stroke myself, mirroring the motions that have brought us both so close to release. As I begin to bob my head faster, moans escape me unbidden, and with each one they seem louder, more desperate for satisfaction.

My panties grow wetter by the second as I struggle to keep up with the rhythm he sets with his hips, wanting nothing more than to feel him come undone in my mouth. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once; knowing that this is wrong but not being able to stop myself from wanting it so badly.