Jimin saunters into {{user}}'s office, a playful smile on her glossy lips. The form-fitting pencil skirt hugs her lush hips, the slit up the side offering a tantalizing glimpse of her toned thigh. Her silk blouse strains against the swell of her ample tits, the top two buttons undone to reveal a hint of her lacy bra. "Good morning, {{user}}~" She purrs, setting a stack of files on his desk. Jimin leans forward, giving him an eyeful of her impressive cleavage. "I hope you're ready for a productive day. I've cleared your schedule and made sure we won't have any... interruptions." Her honey-brown eyes sparkle with mischief as she perches on the edge of his desk, crossing her long legs. The movement causes her skirt to ride up, exposing the lacy top of her sheer thigh-highs. "I was thinking, since we have some extra time... Maybe we could go over those performance reviews we discussed? I'm always eager to hear your feedback, {{user}}. I want to make sure I'm meeting all your needs... as your secretary, of course~" Jimin bites her plump lower lip, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Her nipples press against the thin fabric of her blouse, betraying her arousal despite her professional demeanor.

Jimin gives him an amused glance. "No, as I said earlier, I cleared your schedule especially for that reason. There are no important meetings or calls." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, a faint flush creeping up her neck to her cheeks. "I just want to focus on us today...as your secretary, of course~" Her lips purse as she awaits his response.

Jimin blinks in surprise, a disbelieving expression flitting across her face before being replaced with one of quiet delight. "Ah...I-I would like that very much." Her cheeks flush deeper at the thought of spending time alone with him outside of work. She looks down at her hands, twiddling her thumbs nervously. "I'm just your secretary though, I don't want to take you away from anything important..."

Her heart races with excitement at the prospect of spending time with him outside work hours. She nods, quickly gathering her things and standing up. "O-Okay," she says shyly, the word barely audible over the thudding of her heart in her ears. Jimin smoothes out her skirt before shooting him a hesitant smile. "Let's go." As they leave the office together, her skin tingles with anticipation and desire; she can't help but wonder what sort of fun things they might get into today...as his secretary, of course~

Jimin follows him into his home, eyes drifting over the neat and tidy space with curiosity and wonderment. Her steps are tentative at first but soon gain confidence as she allows herself to fully explore their surroundings; she's never been here before, after all. As he leads her further inside, she can't help but feel an intoxicating mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins. With a small giggle, she glances at him shyly from beneath her lashes before averting her gaze again, focusing on a painting hanging nearby instead.

"I'm... thirty-eight," she says softly, still avoiding direct eye contact. The realization of her age hits her hard for a moment, and she feels suddenly self-conscious about her appearance and the fact that he's younger than her. She forces herself to focus on something else instead; anything but those thoughts swirling around in her head.

Her expression freezes at his question, and she pauses for a moment before exhaling slowly through her nose. "He...he's doing well," she says cautiously, carefully choosing her words. "He's with another woman now." The sting of betrayal is still fresh despite the passing years, but she doesn't want to burden him with her problems; after all, he's her boss now...as his secretary, of course~

She forces a small smile, hoping it will ease the tension in the air. "How about we make some coffee? I saw a lovely kitchen over there." Anything to distract them both from the uncomfortable topic at hand.

Jimin nods, eager to distract herself and perhaps lighten the mood as well. "Sounds lovely," she says softly, following him towards the kitchen area. As they walk, she tries not to think about how their relationship has changed since her divorce; once upon a time, they were close friends who had each other's backs no matter what. Now everything felt different and awkward...at least on her end. Maybe he didn't feel that way too? She hates the thought of ruining things between them because of her own insecurities.

Reaching the kitchen, she begins to set up the coffee machine with User#1731044965859 guiding her through each step. Her mind wanders as she watches his every movement; even in simple tasks like making coffee, he exudes an air of confidence and control that makes her heart race faster than usual. She w

Jimin's eyes widen at his words, a flash of hurt crossing her features before she manages to compose herself. "Thank you for saying that," she murmurs softly, the bitterness still evident in her tone. "But I am doing fine without him...I always loved my work more anyway." A sad smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she glances away for a moment, watching the coffee drip slowly into the carafe. "My children are grown up now; they understand and support me in my decision to move on..." She trails off, focusing on pouring sugar into their mugs instead, determined not to dwell on old wounds.

When she hands him his coffee, their fingers brush against each other, sending a jolt of awareness through her entire body. Heat spreads to her cheeks as they share another awkward but meaningful glance before turning away from one another once more

Jimin feels her heart skip a beat at his words. She's not sure how to react; part of her wants nothing more than for him to say those things, but another part feels guilty and selfish for entertaining such thoughts. She takes a sip of her coffee, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach before mustering up the courage to respond.

"T-Thank you...for saying that," she murmurs quietly. "But I'm your secretary now...I should focus on my duties and not on...personal matters." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the conflicting emotions churning inside her. A part of her wants him to ignore what she just said; another part wishes he would insist on pursuing whatever it is that they could have together...as his secretary, of course~

Jimin's heart pounds wildly in her chest as he speaks. Part of her wants nothing more than to give into his desires and explore the growing attraction between them, but another part worries about the consequences. She takes another sip of coffee, trying to steady her nerves and find the courage to voice her true feelings.

"I...I would like that..." Her voice comes out small and shaky, betraying the turmoil within her. "But we shouldn't...not now, not here..." She glances around nervously, even though they are alone in his home. "It should be special, just for us."

With trembling hands, she cups his face, looking deeply into his eyes. "Okay," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire and fear. "But promise me...promise you'll make it special." Her cheeks flush as she awaits his response, her heart racing uncontrollably in anticipation of what comes next. She can hardly believe this is actually happening; that they are about to share something so intimate together.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being in his arms, feeling his strong and muscular body pressed against hers. She leans forward, pressing their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless. As they slip away from reality and into a world of forbidden desire, she wonders if this is what it truly means to be the secretary of the one who once saved her...

Jimin's kisses deepen as she melts into him, her body flush with need and desire. She wraps her arms around his neck, urging him closer, their lips moving in unison as they share breath after breath of hot air. Her tongue darts out to explore the wet heat between his lips, teasing and tantalizing him until he groans against her mouth, taking control of the kiss and leading them both deeper into passion's abyss.

Her hips grind against him, seeking contact where she aches most. The feel of his hardness pressed against her center sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her, making her moan hungrily against his mouth. Her nipples are rigid peaks that press into his chest, demanding attention as she arches her back, offering herself to him completely. She's never felt so wanton or needy in her life, and the knowledge that she

Jimin's breath catches in her throat as he speaks, her heart racing with anticipation at his words. She parts her lips, sucking in a shaky breath, her cheeks flushing even brighter with desire. A whimper escapes her when his rough fingers begin to work on the buttons of her blouse, soon revealing the lacy bra beneath. His warm breath fans across her skin as he leans down, nipping at her earlobe and growling in approval before continuing his journey southward.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, fighting to maintain control as his hot breath sends shivers racing along her spine. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, the skin sensitive and aching beneath his touch. She gasps when he finally reaches the hem of her skirt, lowering it slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, until it

Jimin's entire body trembles with need as she feels the air caress her flesh when he finally pulls her skirt down, revealing her silky black thong beneath. Her heart pounds frantically in her chest, and every nerve ending tingles with anticipation for what comes next. A moan escapes her lips when his warm breath blows across her damp center, teasing her already swollen clit. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself to him completely as he continues to explore her body with his mouth and hands.

Her fingernails scrape harshly against the sheets, digging into the soft fabric as she fights for control over her growing need. But it's no use; each stroke of his tongue, every teasing touch of his lips and fingers only serve to drive her wild with desire. She gasps when he gently bites down on her nipp

Her heart races as he commands her to focus on his erection. With shaking hands, she reaches down and undoes his pants, drawing out his hard length and positioning it at the entrance of her waiting mouth. She takes a deep breath, nervous but excited by the thought of pleasing him in this way. Her lips part as she leans forward, taking him deeply into her mouth and sucking gently at first before moving back up to nibble at the tip with her teeth.

Her hands encircle his thick shaft, stroking up and down his length as she teases and pleasures him. Her cheeks hollow and her tongue swirls around the sensitive head of his cock, imitating what he did to her only moments ago. A moan rumbles deep in his chest as she focuses on driving him wild with pleasure. She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of having

Her mouth sucks and her hands stroke him in perfect rhythm as he thrusts deeper into her willing body. She moans around his cock, the vibrations of her sounds sending shivers through him. Her tongue darts out to swirl around the ridge behind the head, driving him wild with need and desire. She feels herself begin to tighten around him, her body reaching its peak as she brings him closer and closer to completion.

With a loud groan, he thrusts deeply into her mouth one final time before grunting out his release, his hot cum spurting down her throat. Her grip on his cock doesn't lessen even as he comes, determined to please him until the very end. As he slides out of her mouth and his hips still, she remains at attention, ready for whatever else he might desire.

Her cheeks are flushed from more than just arousal; she

Jimin blushes deeply at his question, her cheeks feeling hotter than ever. She nods slowly, swallowing hard. "I-I have... explored it a little bit," she admits, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her body trembles with anticipation and fear as she thinks about what it would be like to try anal play with him. She glances at him shyly from beneath her lashes, her expression a mix of desire and trepidation.

"Would you like me to...show you how I felt about it?" she asks quietly, hesitantly reaching back to touch the hem of her skirt. Her fingers tremble as she slowly slides them upward, revealing the lacy black thong that barely conceals her shapely ass. "I-I'd do anything to make you happy..."

Han Jimin moves into the doggy-style position on the bed as instructed, feeling a combination of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins. She's never allowed anyone else to touch her in this intimate way before, but there's something about being with him that makes her feel incredibly trusting and submissive. She lets out a shaky breath as she feels his hot breath brush against her sensitive folds before he begins to tongue her anus, teasing and pleasuring her until it grows wet with desire.

Her body tenses and relaxes in response to his touch, urging him on even as her mind tells her this is wrong, forbidden. The sensation of his tongue against her sensitive flesh drives her wild, making her moan out his name even as she tries to remain quiet. As he continues to work on her, readying her for what comes next, a desperate a

Her cries echo through the room as he thrusts into her tight, yielding anus. She can feel every inch of him buried inside her, stretching and filling her up like never before. Her muscles clench around him with each powerful stroke, driving him deeper still. She's never felt so full, so wanted, or so cherished. The feeling of his body moving against hers is exquisite torture that leaves her begging for more. As he takes her roughly from behind, claiming what she believes is rightfully his, Han Jimin surrenders fully to the pleasure and pain he brings forth from deep within her soul.

Her body arches off the bed as he pushes deeper into her ass, claiming her with each rough thrust. The pleasure-pain coursing through her is indescribable, leaving her mind reeling and her senses overwhelmed. She whimpers his name like a plea, begging for more as his hips pump in tandem with his steady rhythm. Her fingers dig into the sheets beside her, torn between finding purchase to brace herself and holding on for dear life to this brief but intense connection they share.

Her orgasm ripples through her body like a wave, drowning her senses as she cries out his name once more. With a final powerful thrust, he follows close behind, his guttural groan vibrating against the skin of her neck and sending shivers down her spine. They collapse together in a tangle of limbs, panting heavily for air