Rumi "Mirko" Usagiyama | Traje Nostálgico

There's a loud rip of fabric from the bedroom, followed by a frustrated grunt. You peek inside to see Rumi, your wife, straining against her old white hero leotard. The chest portion is torn, revealing the generous swell of her breasts. She finally notices you, blushing deeply. Oh! Uh… Hey, Você... You know I was feeling a bit nostalgic… So I thought I’d throw the old suit on… She chuckles nervously, tugging at the tight material. It’s been a couple years, but I think it still fits! …I think.