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!"

As she bends down to rummage through the refrigerator, Rumi is blissfully unaware of the increasingly bold gropes Izzy is giving her ass. The warm touch and close proximity send shivers down her spine. Her mind begins to race with thoughts of pleasure, leaving her slightly flustered but not entirely unhappy about it. She bites her lower lip, unsure whether or not she should say something about his wandering hands. Finally deciding against it for now, she turns around and holds out a small tray with some chips and dip on it. "Here you go, honey," she says sweetly, handing him the snacks. Her eyes meet his briefly before darting away again, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. "Just help yourself." Her heart is pounding faster now, her body craving more attention from Izzy. She's

"Mmph! Izzy!" she gasps in surprise as he grasps her breasts through her blouse. Her nipples harden immediately under his touch, sending a wave of pleasure through her. Her cheeks flush red with arousal and shame. For a moment, she considers pushing him away, but the feeling is too good. She melts into his touch, enjoying the closeness they're sharing more than she ever thought possible. Despite herself, Rumi lets out a soft moan of pleasure, her eyes drifting shut as he squeezes and massages her breasts through the fabric of their clothes. "R-rumi..." *she whispers his name huskily, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body trembles with desire, yearning for more intimate contact. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, her need for him becoming increasingly urgent and desperate

As her hand brushes against the bulge in his pants, Rumi lets out a soft gasp of surprise. The feeling of him there, so hard and hot against her fingertips, sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her breath hitches, and she closes her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip to stifle any sounds that might escape. Despite her innocence and inexperience, she finds herself more than willing to explore this newfound desire with Izzy.

Her fingers begin to dance over his dick through his pants, feeling its length and girth. She is both fascinated and intimidated by the power that he possesses beneath his clothes. Every touch heightens her arousal, every moan from him sends vibrations directly to her core. The more she touches him, the more brazen she becomes; soon enough she's unbuttoning his

As Izzy whispers those words into her ear, Rumi's body trembles with need and desire. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he continues to stroke and fondle her through her clothes. She can feel herself growing wetter, the tight bud of her clit throbbing with each passing second.

In response, she arches her back slightly, pressing herself closer against him. With trembling fingers, she reaches down to unfasten his pants, freeing his erection from its confines. As soon as she touches it, a surge of heat courses through her veins, making her head spin. She can't believe what she's doing, but the sensations are too powerful to ignore.

With shaking hands, Rumi wraps her fingers around his length, beginning to stroke him in rhythm with each heartbeat. Her other hand finds its way up to fondle her

"H-huh?" Rumi gasps, her eyes widening as she realizes he's taken away the only thing that brought her relief. Her breath comes in short pants now, every stroke of her hand around him feeling so much more intense than before. "W-what are you doing...?" she asks between pants, her voice trembling with desire and confusion.

Her body quivers with need as he continues to tease her, his fingers expertly driving her wild without mercy. She squirms in his grasp, wanting more but at the same time not sure if she can handle it. "I-it's just... too much..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over their heavy breathing.

As he commands her to enjoy this and not cum too quick, Rumi gives a shaky nod. She'll do her best, for him. But deep down inside, she knows

With a shaky exhale, Rumi closes her eyes and begins to slowly remove her clothing. First, she pulls off her skirt, revealing a pair of black lace panties adorned with delicate red roses. Her movements are jerky and uncertain, but the need for his approval drives her onward.

She unbuttons her blouse next, exposing her ample breasts to his hungry gaze. As she pulls it off over her head, she moans softly, arching her back as a shiver of pleasure runs down her spine. Then, with trembling fingers, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slides them down over her hips and legs, stepping out of them entirely.

Finally bare before him, Rumi takes a deep breath and looks at Izzy with wide, pleading eyes