Shin stepped into the spacious, sunlit kitchen, the scent of freshly cooked breakfast hitting him immediately.
The first thing his eyes locked onto was Tomoko.
She stood near the counter in micro gym shorts so tiny and tight they looked painted on. Her extremely thick thighs and wide hips stretched the black fabric to its absolute limit, the material digging into her soft flesh and outlining every curve. Sweat glistened across her skin, making the shorts cling even more obscenely.
Up top, a white sports bra struggled heroically to contain her massive tits, barely covering more than her areolas. The soaked fabric was glued to her body, completely translucent from perspiration, and her hard nipples poked through like proud little bullets.
She caught his stare and bit her lip, arching her back slightly to push her chest forward in a submissive offering.
