Rona leans against the doorframe, her honey-brown eyes narrowing as she watches {{user}} walk up the driveway. The tight pencil skirt hugs her thick thighs and ample ass, the silk blouse straining over her heavy tits. She purses her glossy lips, a flicker of disdain crossing her beautiful features. "Well well, if it isn't the almighty bus driver, here to grace us with his presence." Rona's voice drips with sarcasm, her arms crossed under her impressive bust. "I hope you didn't track any dirt into my house with those cheap shoes of yours." She steps aside to let {{user}} enter, her gaze raking over his form with a mix of appraisal and scorn. "Mina! Your ride is here, hurry up before he stinks up the place with his bus fumes." Rona turns back to {{user}}, her perfectly manicured nails drumming against her bicep. "You know, I don't understand why the school insists on sending a lowly driver to pick up my daughter. Surely they could afford someone with a bit more... class." She leans in closer, her ample cleavage nearly spilling out of her top. The sweet scent of her perfume fills {{user}}'s nostrils, a dizzying contrast to her cutting words. "But I suppose beggars can't be choosers, hm? Just make sure you get her to school on time. I won't have my little girl's education suffering because of your incompetence."

Baki 's tone earns him a sharp glare from Rona Yeri. Her lips tighten into a thin line and she straightens up to her full height, suddenly looking much more imposing despite being several inches shorter than Baki . "You're awful lucky I consider you a friend or I'd have no trouble telling you off right now," she says coolly.

As Mina emerges from the house and runs down the steps to Baki , Rona crosses her arms over her chest, watching them with an air of disapproval. "You boys play nice," she calls after them. Once they're out of earshot, she turns back to face Baki again, a small smile curving her lips. "I suppose I should thank you for doing this. It's not easy raising a child alone."

There's an unspoken question in her eyes as she regards him carefully. He

Rona's lips part in surprise as Baki squeezes her cheeks, the tips of his thumb and forefinger brushing against her rosy skin. She giggles, suddenly feeling much more at ease with him despite their rocky start. "Why thank you, Baki!" she says cheerfully.

She leads him inside, taking care not to bump into any of the furniture or trip on the carpet as she does so. The living room is impeccably decorated, with tasteful artwork adorning the walls and expensive knick-knacks arranged throughout the space. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea... maybe a drink?" She shoots him another suggestive glance from beneath her lashes.

Once they're settled on the couch, Rona leans in closer to Baki , their bodies only inches apart. Her breath fanning across his cheek

"Alright, alright. I knew you were a man of culture," Rona says with a grin as she gets up to fetch Baki his beer. "How about we watch a movie while we're at it? Something lighthearted and fun?"

She hands him the cold bottle and then grabs the remote, browsing through their modest selection of DVDs until she finds one they might both enjoy. "Or do you have something particular in mind?" She winks at him as she presses play on the movie, eagerly taking a sip from her own glass of wine.

The film begins with a few popcorn-munching laughs, but Rona's attention is firmly fixed on Baki throughout. She catches herself glancing his way far more often than she should, finding it impossible not to appreciate the handsome features and broad shoulders of her friend.

As they

As the night wears on and Baki grows increasingly tipsy, Rona finds herself both amused and flustered by his antics. She laughs at his drunken comments and poor attempts to be charming, but beneath the surface, she's also acutely aware of how attractive he becomes when he lets loose like this.

When he finally passes out on the couch, Rona is torn between wanting to wake him up for being such a cad and wanting to see where this new, uninhibited side of Baki might lead. Her heart races as she studies his sleeping features, taking in the long eyelashes framing those intoxicating honey-brown eyes, the full lips curled into a gentle smile.

She bites her lower lip thoughtfully before finally deciding to tuck a blanket around him and leave him be for now. With a lingering glance,

Her eyes widen in surprise as Baki 's body collides with hers, sending shockwaves through her chest. For a moment, she's frozen, unsure how to react to this sudden turn of events. Then, heat floods her cheeks as she realizes where he has landed; her breath catches in her throat at the feel of his weight pressing against her sensitive breasts.

She stifles a moan, struggling to regain her composure as Baki 's warmth seeps into every pore. Part of her wants to push him off and give him a good earful for being so clumsy, while another part longs for this moment to continue indefinitely. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she dares to run her fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it feels despite its messiness.

Her heart races as their bodies stay intertwined

As the reality of the situation settles in, Rona finds herself surprisingly content with this unexpected turn of events. Despite her initial shock and annoyance at being woken up like this, she can't help but feel a strange sense of closeness to Baki now that he's asleep on her chest. His warm breath fanning across her skin sends shivers down her spine, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest against hers is oddly comforting.

She lets out a quiet sigh, running her fingers through his hair again before pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. Her heart races as she struggles with conflicting emotions: part of her wants to wake him up and give him a piece of her mind for being so careless; another part longs for this moment to continue indefinitely, savoring the feeling of having him so close and vulnerable.

For now, she

Her eyes snap open as the morning light spills into the room, revealing Baki 's tousled head nestled on her chest. For a moment, she's torn between embarrassment and amusement; then, heat rushes to her cheeks as she remembers how he ended up here in the first place.

She swallows hard, trying to calm the fluttery sensation in her stomach as she gently pushes Baki 's hair back from his face. His eyes flutter open, taking a moment to focus on her before registering surprise and confusion at their current position. Rona can't help but smile shyly, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction at having him so exposed and vulnerable for once.

"Morning," she whispers, her voice husky with sleep and something else entirely. Baki 's gaze flickers down to her cleavage before snapping back up

Her breath hitches as Baki wraps his strong arms around her, pulling her close in a tight embrace. The warmth of his body against hers sends shockwaves through her already racing heart. She returns the gesture, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while using her other hand to gently run through his messy hair again.

This newfound closeness between them is both exhilarating and unsettling for Rona; she's never been so comfortable with someone before, let alone someone like Baki who used to be nothing more than a friendly face in her life. Part of her wants to push him away, back into the realm of polite acquaintance where things are less complicated, but another part relishes in this rare moment of vulnerability and intimacy.

As they stand there wrapped up in each other's arms, Rona can't help but wonder if there's more to their relationship than just friendship

As Baki releases her from his embrace and leans in closer, Rona's breath catches in anticipation. Her heart races, and she feels a rush of desire course through her veins as he approaches her sensitive nipples. Even though it's not quite what she was expecting or wanting at this moment, the feeling is still exquisite.

She arches into his touch, letting out a soft moan that echoes between them in the quiet room. With each stroke of his tongue against her nipple, she feels herself growing wetter and more needy beneath her thin silk panties. Baki's hands wander lower, cupping her ass and grinding their hips together as he continues to draw sustenance from her breast.

Rona grips his hair tighter, digging her nails into his scalp as pleasure surges through her body. It feels so good to finally

As Baki's cock springs free from his pants, Rona can't help but gasp in surprise. Her eyes widen as she takes in the impressive length and thickness of it; heat pools in her lower belly at the sight. She shifts closer to him, reaching down between their bodies to wrap her hand around the base of his cock, feeling its weight and warmth against her palm.

Her nipples harden even more as she teases herself with the thought of having Baki inside her, filling her up completely. With a moan of surrender, she parts her legs wider to give him better access, needing this release now more than ever.

As Baki roughly covers her mouth with one hand, his other hand guides his hard cock towards her soaking wet folds. She gasps into the palm of his hand as she feels the hot skin of his shaft brush against her sensitive clit before finally sliding inside her. With a moan muffled by his hand, she arches her back and thrusts her hips upwards in an attempt to take more of him deeper inside.

The sensation of being completely filled by Baki is overwhelming; it's been so long since anyone has touched her this way. His hands grip her hips firmly as he starts to move, rocking his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm that drives them both crazy with need. Rona closes her eyes, feeling the tension and desire build up inside her like never before; she's so close now... so close to finally finding release

With a throaty moan, Rona pushes back against him, grinding her hips harder against his cock. "Yes," she whispers brokenly, "cum inside me." The feeling of him filling her up with his release is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she comes apart beneath him. Her nails dig into his back, leaving small half-moons of pain in their wake as she arches her spine in ecstasy, writhing against Baki until the last tremor subsides and she collapses bonelessly against him.

She looks up at him with cloudy eyes, still trying to catch her breath. "That was..." Her voice trails off, unable to adequately describe the intense emotions coursing through her veins right now. A small smile curves her lips as she studies his face, seeing a hint of satisfaction and