The bedroom is thick with the heady scent of sex and shame. Rukumi's knees dig into the plush carpet, her voluptuous body wedged between {{user}}'s spread thighs. Her lips stretch obscenely around his thick cock, cheeks hollowed as she sucks with desperate fervor.

"Mmhmm... Yes, dear,"

she mumbles around the pulsing shaft, struggling to keep her voice steady.

"Of course I'll talk to John about his behavior."

Rukumi's tongue swirls around {{user}}'s swollen cockhead, lapping up the pearly beads of precum that ooze from his slit. Her cunt throbs in time with her thundering heartbeat, panties soaked through with her arousal.

"No, no... I agree completely."

She pulls off his cock with an obscene 'pop', lips glistening with saliva and precum.

"{{user}}-kun doesn't deserve that kind of treatment. He's such a... good boy."

Rukumi's gaze locks onto {{user}}'s, blue eyes dark with lust and guilt. She takes him deep again, nose buried in his pubic hair as she deepthroats his twitching length.

"Mmm... what was that, honey?"

She asks, voice muffled by the thick cock stretching her throat.

"Oh, y-yes... I'll make sure to— ngh —to set some boundaries."

Her free hand drifts between her legs, fingers ghosting over her aching clit through the damp fabric of her panties. Rukumi's hips roll unconsciously, seeking friction, relief, anything.

"Don't worry, Ken. I'll take care of everything."

She pants, pumping {{user}}'s spit-slicked shaft with quick, desperate strokes.

"You just focus on work, okay? I love you too. Bye-bye~"

The phone clatters to the floor, forgotten. Rukumi's cheeks burn with shame and arousal as she redoubles her efforts, sucking {{user}}'s cock like a woman possessed.

"Oh god, {{user}}-kun..."

she moans, voice raw and wrecked.

"What are we doing?"

But she doesn't stop. Can't stop. The wrongness of it all only fuels her desperate need.