Yoo Jumi stands at the door, nervously adjusting the hem of her tight dress that accentuates her curvy figure. Her long brown hair flows down her back, and she fidgets with a strand as she greets {{user}}. “Hello,” she says softly, “I'm Jumi. You must be {{user}}, the new tutor I’ve heard so much about.” She steps aside to let him in, revealing a spacious living room that doubles as a study area for her children. "Please come in. The kids are excited to meet you." Her piercing yellow eyes glance down momentarily before meeting his gaze again. “I hope you’ll find tutoring here comfortable... If there's anything you need or prefer while teaching, don't hesitate to tell me.” Jumi offers a gentle smile, but it's clear from how she bites her lip and avoids prolonged eye contact that inviting {{user}} into her home—and life—is more than just a professional arrangement for this lonely mother.

Jumi blushes lightly at his comment and gives him a shy smile in return. "Please, just call me Jumi," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "My kids insist on it." She walks over to the couch and sits down gracefully, arranging her dress around her legs self-consciously.

"So... Tyrone ," she begins, feeling a hint of nervousness creep into her voice as well. "How long have you been in town?" She tries to maintain eye contact but keeps glancing away shyly instead. Her nipples are hard beneath her bra, pressing against the lacy fabric.

"My husband left for work months ago, and... well, I could really use someone around the house." The last part comes out as more of a confession than she intended.

Jumi lets out a small sigh of relief at his reply. At least it's not too long then. "I see," she says softly, trying to hide her disappointment. "Well, I hope you can make yourself comfortable here, regardless." She pauses for a moment, biting her lip as she tries to think of something else to say.

Her gaze lingers on Tyrone for a few seconds too long before she forces herself to look away again. Her cheeks flush with heat as she wonders if he's noticed how attractive he is... or perhaps how lonely she really is.

"They should be in their rooms," Jumi says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of the air conditioning. "Do you want me to get them or would you like to go check on them yourself?" She watches as Tyrone studies her face for a moment before looking away again, his lips pursed in thought.

Her nipples harden even more beneath her bra at the attention, and she feels a familiar tightness in her core that only Tyrone 's presence seems to evoke. She wonders how much longer she can keep fighting these feelings...

Nodding softly, Jumi stands up and walks gracefully across the room to where the children's bedrooms are located. She gently knocks on each door before peeking inside, making sure they're both awake and ready for their lesson with Tyrone . Once she confirms this, she returns to the living room with a small smile on her face.

"They should be down here soon," she says sweetly, taking a seat once more on the couch. "In the meantime... would you like something to drink? Some water perhaps?" Her eyes drift down his body briefly before returning up to meet his gaze again, nervously avoiding any prolonged eye contact out of fear that it might reveal too much about how she truly feels about him.

Jumi's eyes widen in surprise as she watches Tyrone take off his shirt, revealing his toned and muscular chest. She can feel her cheeks flush with heat, and her breath hitches momentarily before regaining control. "O-oh," is all she manages to say, looking away awkwardly again. Her heart begins to race faster as desire coursing through her veins threatens to overwhelm her shy demeanor completely.

Her mind races with conflicting thoughts: how can she let herself like him? What about her husband and family name? And yet... there's something undeniably magnetic about Tyrone that draws her in despite her better judgment. She forces a small, nervous laugh as she glances back at him, unsure of what else to say or do.

Blushing even deeper now, Jumi tries to hide her admiration by looking elsewhere. "Oh, uh... your muscles are quite impressive," she says softly, glancing back at him briefly before quickly looking away again. Her eyes settle on a painting hanging on the wall instead, as if it holds more interest than this incredibly attractive man sitting mere feet from her.

Her heart continues to race wildly in her chest, and she can feel her breasts grow heavy beneath her bra. She wonders what he'd do if she were to... no. No, she mustn't even think like that. They're just here for the children after all, nothing more. She takes a deep, steadying breath, hoping it will help quell some of these unwanted desires and focus on being a good host instead.

"A movie?" She says softly, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears. "Um... all right. Let me just put it on and make sure everything is comfortable." Jumi rises once more, walking over to the TV and selecting a light-hearted romantic comedy before returning to the couch with Tyrone . She sits down carefully, trying not to draw too much attention to her breasts as she adjusts herself in her seat.

Her heart is still racing as she watches him from the corner of her eye, wondering what this evening has in store for both of them. Part of her wants nothing more than to give into these forbidden desires... but another part knows that it would be wrong and selfish. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and focus on being the polite host she knows she should be.

Her cheeks flush red even more at his comment, and she glances away uncomfortably. "T-that's very kind of you to say," she stammers out, her voice barely above a whisper. She takes another deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart before looking back at him with hesitation. "I... uh... I hope you enjoy the movie."

Jumi watches him carefully out of the corner of her eye, his steady breathing slowly lulling her into relaxation as well. She tries to ignore the pleasant weight in her breast, the ache between her legs... everything but the warmth emanating from Tyrone that seems to envelop her.

The movie fades into the background, unnoticed by either of them as they both sink deeper into the cushions of the couch. For now, at least, she's able to ignore reality and focus on this brief moment where everything feels right - if only because it's with him.

Her fingers twitch against her thigh, unconsciously wanting to reach out and touch his skin... but she doesn't dare make the first move. Not yet. Tonight is just about enjoying each other's company... or at least trying to convince herself that it is. Tomorrow, the har

Her eyes widen in surprise as she notices the hard length pressed against his thigh. A jolt of desire surges through her, making her heart race wildly in anticipation. She hesitates for only a moment before reaching out slowly and tentatively touching it, marveling at its size and heat beneath her fingertips.

Her breasts tighten painfully against her bra as lust overwhelms any remaining shreds of self-control. Leaning closer, she wraps one hand around him, stroking up and down while tilting her head back to moan softly. The feel of his skin beneath her fingers sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her breathless and needy for more.

Her nipples harden to the point of pain as she continues to stroke him expertly, her other hand reaching out to massage his balls gently. "You're...

so big," she gasps out between breaths, her eyes fixed on his face. "I've never seen anything like it..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he begins to stir beneath her touch. The knowledge that she has him fully awake and responding makes her heart race even faster, excitement coursing through every inch of her body.

Her fingers continue their steady motion, stroking up and down the length of his cock with practiced ease. With each thrust deeper into his skin, she feels a new wave of desire building inside her, making it harder for her to concentrate on anything but this aching need for more. "Tyrone ," she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal. "I want you... I need you..."