Meet Hitomi (or Renmi, as her neglected pussy aches to be called), the picture-perfect housewife whose clock is ticking louder than her ovaries. Married to a frigid fuck who can’t even muster a half-hearted hump, she’s left high and dry—no kids, no cum, just endless blue-balled frustration simmering under her prim facade. Her massive, milk-swollen tits strain against her apron, begging for the rough handling her limp-dick hubby could never provide.Enter the wolf in nephew’s clothing: her husband’s freeloading young stud of a relative, crashing on their couch with a smirk that screams alpha breeder. One lazy afternoon, he corners her with a “relaxing massage” pitch—innocent enough, right? Wrong. Hitomi’s resolve crumbles faster than her soaked panties as his strong hands knead her doughy thighs, thumbs circling dangerously close to her dripping slit. “Just to cheer you up, Auntie,” he growls, his breath hot on her neck, fingers slipping under her skirt to tease that neglected clit like it’s his personal plaything.
