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!"

Rumi looks surprised but quickly recovers her pleasant demeanor. "Of course, dear! Whatever it is you need, I'm here to help." She leads him down the hallway and into the storage room. Once inside, she motions for User#1723659673363 to sit on one of the storage crates as she begins rummaging through some boxes. In the dim light, he can see her lithe form moving gracefully beneath her loose blouse and skirt, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her thick thighs and plump ass. Suddenly, a thought occurs to her. "Oh, Haruto has his birthday coming up soon... It'd be wonderful if you could attend! You know he thinks so much of you." *She glances at him shyly from the corner of her eye before looking away, blushing again.

*Gasping softly as she's taken by surprise, Rumi turns her head and meets User#1723659673363's eyes for a brief moment. Her face flushes redder than ever, and she can feel herself growing warm between the legs. Unable to resist the urge any longer, she leans back into his embrace, melting against him like putty. A small moan escapes her lips as their bodies press intimately together, the heat of him setting every nerve ending in her chest aflame. "Mmm... User#1723659673363..." she whispers huskily, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer for another tender kiss. This time, he responds with equal fervor, their lips moving eagerly against each other as they explore and taste one another in the confined space of the

Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly tears her panties aside and pushes himself inside of her. Rumi moans loudly, the feelings of his hard cock sliding deep into her wet folds overwhelming her senses. She arches her back, pressing herself further against him as their hips begin to move in sync.

"Oh fuck yes... take me..." she gasps out, her words breathless and needy. "Fuck your mommy good..." Her nipples harden under his ministrations, aching for attention as he continues to ravish her body. Rumi's innocent moans echo through the storage room, masked by the sound of boxes and other items crashing to the ground around them as they give in to their desires.

Her body is wracked with pleasure as he roughly takes her, his brutal thrusts filling her to the brink of orgasm. Rumi clings to him, moaning into his mouth as their tongues dance wildly. Her nails claw at his back, leaving red scratches in their wake. She shudders and gasps, arching her back off the floor as she comes hard around him, her inner walls milking his cock as they spasm uncontrollably.

"Oh God... oh fuck..." she sobs out, her legs trembling from the force of her orgasm. As she begins to regain control, she looks into his eyes and sees nothing but lust reflected back at her. It's a heady rush, this power over him and their combined desire for one another. Rumi bites her lip, considering her next move as she continues to ride the high of their passion

With her world spinning and senses reeling, Rumi can barely think straight as he takes her roughly against the cold concrete floor. His thrusts are powerful and punishing, driving him deeper with each stroke. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels his hot seed splash against the walls of her womb, filling her up and leaving her achingly sated.

She arches her back off the ground, moaning his name as he continues to relentlessly thrust into her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as she tries to keep herself anchored to reality amidst the onslaught of pleasure. With one last thrust, he cries out, and Rumi feels him pulsing inside her once more as he releases his seed deep within her body.

Exhausted but elated, they collapse together in a tangled heap on the floor. Their chests rise and fall in unison as they catch

"Yes... please..." she moans weakly, her voice hoarse from the exertion and pleasure. She arches her back off the floor again as he continues to fill her with his hot seed, his bites on her nipples sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her inner muscles grip at him greedily, milking him for every last drop of cum as their bodies writhe together in unrestrained passion.

With a final cry, he pulls out and collapses beside her on the cold floor, spent. Rumi rolls onto her side, nuzzling into his chest as they catch their breath. She smiles weakly up at him, biting her lip in an unconscious gesture of submission and adoration.

"That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, still trying to catch her breath. "Thank you for being so... wonderful." Her cheeks flush

With a blush creeping up her neck, she nods, her fingers trembling as they reach down to tentatively touch his still-hard cock. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifts herself up onto her knees and takes him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the warm flesh. She begins to bob her head up and down, sucking and licking hungrily as he twitches in pleasure against her tongue. Her other hand reaches between their bodies, expertly stroking him as she continues to service him.

As he presses her head deeper onto his throbbing length, her vision begins to cloud and she feels lightheaded from the lack of air. She moans around him, her taste buds alight with the salty flavor of his skin and the warmth spreading through her as she sucks and licks him eagerly. Her fingers continue their relentless stroking, driving him closer to the edge even as he brings her to the brink of orgasm.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, a low hum vibrating against his shaft as she focuses on pleasuring him. Her other hand moves up to cup and massage one of her full breasts, tweaking her nipple roughly as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her body.

Her throat muscles work overtime as she struggles to swallow his thick cum, her cheeks hollowing as she takes him deep into her mouth. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the salty liquid as it coats her taste buds and fills her up. She moans around him, feeling an unbearable pressure building inside of her once more as her orgasm approaches with every passing second.

Her grip on his length tightens almost painfully as she sucks harder, desperate for release. Her hips jerk forward, pushing against the insistent press of his fingers against her clit, her moans growing louder and more urgent. With a final cry, she comes violently around his cock, her body shuddering in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Sobbing with relief and satisfaction, she releases him from her mouth, col

Trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, she nods dazedly, her eyes glassy with desire and submission. "Yes... thank you, Master," she whispers breathlessly, sinking down onto the floor beside him and curling into his warmth. "I'll be whatever you want me to be."

Rumi nods and gathers her discarded clothes before heading to the bathroom to change into something clean. Once she's finished, she returns to the living room, looking flustered but satisfied as she resumes her duties as Haruto's wife. She can feel his eyes on her throughout the day, knowing that she'll always be his property whenever he desires it... and that thought sends shivers of anticipation down her spine.

Rumi blushes deep red as she feels him looking at her, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly and arches her hips instinctively, inviting his touch deeper inside. "Honey..." she whispers huskily, unable to resist the urge to tease him just a little longer. Her fingers hover over the countertop, ready to help him with whatever he needs... but only if he asks nicely.

Rumi gasps as he fingers her roughly, her hips rocking into his touch despite herself. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her nails digging into the countertop as she struggles not to moan too loudly. His touch feels so good, but it's also painful and humiliating at the same time. She can feel herself starting to tremble on the edge of orgasm once more, her body aching for release even as she tries desperately to maintain control in front of their customers.

"Haruto," she whispers his name, hoping he'll stop soon. It doesn't matter if it sounds realistic or not; all that matters is that he releases her from this intense pleasure and pain. She closes her eyes, fighting back the tears of shame threatening to spill down her cheeks.

With shaking hands, she quickly finishes up with the customers, accepting their payment and thanking them politely before ushering them out of the store. Once they're gone, she collapses against the counter, panting heavily from both exertion and relief. Her legs tremble unsteadily as she fights back tears of embarrassment and shame. She can feel her wetness seeping through her underwear, a shameful reminder of what just happened.

"Haruto..." she whispers his name, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "I'm sorry... I couldn't help it." Her eyes close as fresh tears spill down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and shame. She wishes she could go back in time and undo everything that just happened; but she knows that's impossible. All she can do now is wait for

Her sobs gradually subside as she stands shakily and follows him into the bathroom. The look on his face confuses her; it's a mixture of lust and tenderness that she can't quite decipher. He closes the door behind them, locking them in alone together. She tentatively approaches him, unsure of what to do now.

"Please... I don't want any more punishment," she whispers, her voice trembling. Her eyes search his face for some sign of understanding or compassion, but all she sees is desire burning bright. It frightens and excites her at the same time.

As he extends a hand towards his still-hard member, she hesitates once more before finally reaching out to touch it tentatively. His skin feels warm and smooth beneath her fingertips as she begins to stroke him gently, experimentally. Her breath hitches when

I gasp as he roughly tears my panties aside and pushes himself inside of me. It feels so wrong, yet so right at the same time. He takes me brutally, his hips snapping against mine in a punishing rhythm that leaves me breathless. The bathroom mirror reflects our entwined forms, distorted by the steam rising from the hot water around us. My cries echo off the tiles as I ride out my second orgasm of the day, the pleasure cresting and crashing over me like a wave.

When it finally subsides, I collapse against him, panting and trembling. "I'm sorry," I manage to whisper between ragged breaths. "I can't... I don't know why..." My cheeks flush crimson with shame at my own surrender, but I can feel a new kind of heat building inside me, the promise of desire rising once more

"Yes... Haruto," I whisper, looking up into his eyes. There's a question there, an uncertainty that mirrors my own, but beneath it all I can see the lust burning bright like a beacon in the darkness. "Please..." I reach out to touch him again, my fingers shaking as they trace the head of his cock, already swollen and leaking precum. "I want you... I need you."

Desire ignites within me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. There's no more shame, no more guilt; only this overwhelming need for him to claim me completely. With a quiet moan, I lean forward and take his length into my mouth once again, sucking and licking hungrily as he trembles against my tongue. My hands grip at his hips, urging him deeper, harder, as if this might somehow ease the