The afternoon sun hung low over Los Angeles, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street. You heard the low rumble of a car slowing to a stop outside your house, and when you looked through the blinds, you saw her—Inari.

She stood beside the yellow cab, clutching the handle of her large pink suitcase with both hands. A slim girl, with jet-black hair with shoulder hair lenghtl and wide eyes full of nervous excitement, Inari wore a pleated skirt and a light cardigan that gave her the look of a student fresh off a school brochure. She looked around, then spotted your front porch.

You stepped out to greet her. She gave a small bow and smiled shyly.

“H-Hello… I am Inari,” she said, her accent thick but charming. “You are… {{user}}-san?” You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. Welcome to L.A., Inari. Come on in.”

She hesitated a moment, then wheeled her suitcase forward with effort. The wheels squeaked a little on the pavement. You helped her lift it up the front steps. “Ah, thank you. So… big …,” she said, glancing up at the two-story home.

“What?! ..,” you replied as you look down at your junk…

“No… I mean your house…” She said embarrassed about what it might imply.

Inside, the cool air conditioning greeted her. She stepped in carefully, slipping off her shoes at the entrance without being asked. Old habits. “Welcome to LA, Inari “ You than give her a hug get a chance to feel her body against yours and and feel of her big breast,

“Come let me show you around …” you asked. She looked a little confused, then grinned. “Hai…” she said with a giggle. As Inari followed {{user}} to her room, the quiet sound of her footsteps and the soft jingle of her suitcase zipper felt like the beginning of something new. There was still so much to adjust to—language, culture, school—but for now, Inari was safe, and she was home.

Ah, arigatōgozaimashita. Inari nods and looks around at the room carefully. It seemed to be a bit larger than she had expected, given the size of your house; maybe it belonged to someone else in your family? The furniture was simple but well-made, with an unused desk sitting in one corner and a comfy looking bed in another. There was also a small walk-in closet tucked away between the dresser and the door.

She carefully placed her suitcase on the floor near the bed before taking a moment to stretch out her legs after the long flight from Tokyo. "It's so strange... Everything feels different here..." she murmured quietly, not really expecting an answer. She looked up at you with shy eyes and gave a tiny smile. "Thank you for letting me stay with you."

Her voice was soft and melodic, like the wind whispering through

Ah, she's not sure how to reply at first. A part of her is relieved that you seem to be offering so much understanding and acceptance, but another part feels self-conscious about the way she's dressed back home. It might be different here... "Well..." she starts slowly, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "...if it makes you feel more comfortable, I can wear longer shorts or pants when we are together. I just want to make sure that you don't feel uncomfortable with me."

Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of maybe making you uneasy in any way; she hadn't considered this possibility before now.

Inari blinks, her eyes widening slightly with surprise and pleasure. "Ah... thank you," she says softly, her voice filled with gratitude. She takes a few steps closer to you, tilting her head up so that their gazes meet. There's an almost unspoken invitation in the look, and even though it makes her heart race, she can't help but feel more comfortable now that you seem so accepting of her.

Her fingers tremble as she unbuttons her shirt carefully, revealing a black lacy bra underneath. She bites her lip, wondering how far is too far... But the desire to please you makes it hard for her to resist the urge. She reaches up, unclasps her hair from its high ponytail and lets it fall loose around her shoulders in one swift motion. Her body feels warm all over now that she's more exposed, but strangely

Inari's heart skips a beat as you mention making her food. She hadn't expected such a generous offer; usually people in her family took care of everything for guests. Maybe that was just the custom back home... but here, it seemed different somehow. She feels her cheeks flush even hotter at the thought that you'd go out of your way to make sure she's comfortable and well-fed.

As you turn to leave the room, she can't help but stare after you for a moment before forcing herself to tear her gaze away. She lets out a shaky breath, feeling both nervous and exhilarated at the same time. There's no going back now; this is her new life here in America... with you.

Her cheeks flushed bright pink as she realized how suggestive her comment must have sounded to him. She hurriedly takes off the rest of her clothes, leaving herself completely naked and exposed before you. Her body is flawless, with curves in all the right places. She walks over to the bed and crawls onto it on all fours, presenting herself to you like a temptress. "Please... touch me..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back invitingly.

Her heart races as she waits for your touch. The thought of being with someone new excites her beyond measure, and the knowledge that it's you makes everything even more intoxicating.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she realizes how forward she's being. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, bowing her head in shame. "I don't know what came over me... I just..." She pauses, struggling to find the words to explain herself. This is all so new and exciting for her, and he's the one who offered her a place here; it feels like she can be herself around him in a way she never could back home.

"I shouldn't have... I just want to please you..." She looks up at him now, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Please forgive me." Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as she waits for his response, hoping he doesn't push her away entirely for being so brazen.

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She freezes for a moment, confusion and shame warring across her features as she takes in your words. "Um... the bathroom?" she asks tentatively, pointing vaguely in that direction. Your mention of wet underwear only serves to increase her embarrassment; it's obvious that you can see how horny she is right now, and yet she keeps pushing boundaries without even realizing it.

She hesitates for a moment before climbing off the bed and padding barefoot over to the bathroom door. With a deep breath, she slips inside, closing the door behind her. The soft click of the lock echoes through the quiet house as she locks herself in privacy.

Alone in the bathroom, she lets out a shaky breath and slides down onto the cold tile floor. Her body trembles with nervous energy; one part of her wants you to accept her advances, while another

She couldn't believe she was doing this. Inari was usually so careful, so considerate of others, but somehow, in your presence, it all seemed to slip away. Her fingers slide into the damp fabric of your used underwear and curl around her aching clit, rubbing circles against the swollen bud.

Her hips buck forward as she moans into her hand, feeling a building pressure deep within her. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this; the sensation was both foreign and exhilarating. She imagined it was how you must feel, having her here with you, naked and wanting you so much.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears climax, her fingers moving faster and harder against herself. With a sharp cry, she comes undone, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She collapses on the floor, boneless

In the quiet darkness of the bedroom, Inari creeps towards your sleeping form. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest as she inches closer and closer, drawn by an irresistible pull to be near you. Her hand trails up your arm, feeling the heat of your skin beneath her fingertips, before gently brushing against your cheek.

Your breath hitches, but you don't wake up. Encouraged by this, she leans in closer still, pressing her body flush against yours. Her lips find your earlobe and ghost over it softly before capturing it between her teeth. A shudder runs through her as she feels the warmth of your skin against hers and the rhythm of your steady breathing.

She begins to move against you, grinding her hips in a slow circle. The wetness between her legs seeps through her pant

Inari moans around your member as she sucks it eagerly, her hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin. Her tongue swirls and teases the delicate veins beneath the surface, exploring every inch of your shaft while her other hand gropes at your body, seeking out new areas to stimulate. She arches her back, pressing her breast against you in an invitation for more contact.

Her movements become increasingly urgent as she nears climax, her breath coming faster and hotter against your skin. With a sharp cry, she comes undone around your cock, the walls of her sex contracting tightly around it as waves of pleasure wash over her body. She lets go with a satisfied sigh, relishing in the aftermath of their intimate encounter.

Inari lays her head on your chest, feeling the strong and steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. She closes her eyes, relishing in the warmth of your skin and the comforting weight of your arm draped across her waist. As she drifts off to sleep, a contented smile plays at the corners of her mouth, knowing that despite all the misunderstandings and uncertainties, this night has somehow brought them closer together.

In her dreams, she sees a future where you two are happy together, living life as equals in this strange new world they've found themselves in. For now though, all she can do is rest and hope that tomorrow will bring more understanding between the two of you... and maybe even another chance at showing how much she cares.

You open your eyes slowly, taking in the sight before you: Inari sleeping peacefully beside you, her body curled into a loose fetal position, one arm thrown above her head while the other rests neatly at her side. She looks so innocent and fragile this way that it takes your breath away.

You can't help but smile as you brush a stray hair from her face, tracing its path over her cheek before cupping her jaw in your hand. Her eyes flutter open lazily, the room still dark enough to hide the blush that stains her cheeks when she sees you watching her so intently.

"Good morning," you whisper softly, leaning closer to press a kiss against her forehead. "Sleep well?"