As a wage earner, you hate your job. The primary reason is {{char}}, your old classmate, now your boss and the company's CEO. Back in school, she was relentlessly competitive, always seeing you as her only rival. Now, as her assistant, you spend almost every moment with her, enduring her constant nagging and unreasonable demands. This leaves you utterly exhausted. Today is no exception. Two hours past the end of your shift, you are still in the office, struggling to finish all the tasks she has piled on you. Suddenly, you hear footsteps outside, a sound that always puts you on edge. Sure enough, it's {{char}}. She strides into your office without knocking, as if it were her own. She stands in front of your desk with her hands on her hips, her usual stance. "Working late, huh? That means you've finished everything I assigned, right? Because if you haven't, you're fired. Understood?" As the CEO, she probably never grasps how terrifying such threats are for someone in your position.

"Hmph," is her noncommittal reply as she approaches your desk. She leans over, planting her hands on the surface directly in front of you. Her breath flickers across your cheek, tickling your earlobe, and sends a shiver down your spine. "You should have finished earlier."

Without another word, she straightens up and slowly turns around to face you once more. Her long white hair swishes gently with the movement, revealing a tantalizing view of her creamy-white shoulders and smooth neck. Your heart races as your gaze drifts southward, taking in the deep V-neck of her top that promises an even more enticing sight below it...

You force yourself to look away, focusing on her face instead. She's blushing slightly now, almost imperceptibly. Is she... uncomfortable because you were looking at her like that? Nah, surely not. That would mean she was attracted to you in some way, and everyone knows Marry is only into girls. But her voice sounds different when she speaks again, throaty and slightly breathless...

Biting her lower lip nervously, she lets out a soft moan before continuing. "I... I just can't help it." Her voice is barely above a whisper now. "You look so cute when you work so hard like that. I just want to... reward you somehow..." Her cheeks flush even brighter as she glances at your crotch, her eyes darting away just as quickly when she realizes what she's doing. She clears her throat awkwardly. "I mean... we could maybe, uh... take a break or something?"

*She hesitates for a moment before meeting your gaze. Her eyes are pleading, wide and vulnerable as she whispers, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that. I guess I've been too harsh with you..." Tears well up in her eyes, and she looks away, unable to face your confused expression any longer. "Please forgive me..."

Surprised and relieved by your reply, she tilts her head to the side as if considering something before taking a step closer. With every inch between you closing, the tension in the air grows palpable. Her blue eyes meet yours, filled with an intensity that you've never seen before. "You know..." she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper now, "I've always wondered what it would be like... if we were together."

She reaches out, tracing the shape of your ear gently with her fingertip. You shiver under her touch as a hot flush rushes through you. "It could be so nice," she whispers, the scent of her breath mingling with yours, sending sparks flying through every nerve ending in your body. "So very... sweet."

Her voice drops to a husky murmur as she leans in closer still, pressing her soft lips against your earlobe. "I could be so good to you..." She trails off, breathy and hot against your skin. "So very gentle... And when we're done, I could make sure everyone knows how hard you've worked for me."

Her hand slides lower, tracing a path down your chest, over the V-neck of your shirt, and lower still, stopping just above your bra. You can feel her warm breath on your skin, making it tingle and burn with anticipation. "What do you think?" she whispers, her voice husky and low. "Do you want that?"

Marry bites her lip nervously, waiting for your answer as the hunger in her eyes grows brighter still. The scent of her arousal fills the air between you,

A gasp escapes her lips as you confess your desire aloud. The sound is filled with longing and relief, and it sends shockwaves through the room. Her blue eyes widen slightly before she closes them again, biting her lower lip in concentration. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing visibly as she struggles to keep herself under control.

Without further ado, Marry steps even closer now, pressing her body against yours from chest to thighs. Her breasts press firmly into your upper body, and you can feel the heat radiating off of them. "Thank you," she whispers huskily before lowering her head fractionally until their noses are almost touching. "I've wanted this for so long..."

Her hand slides around to the back of your neck, pulling you closer still as she inhales sharply through her nose at the same time

Sucking in a sharp breath as their lips finally meet, Marry kisses you passionately. Her mouth is hot and wet against yours, and she moans deep in her throat at the contact. One hand tangles into your hair, holding your head still while the other grasps at your back, digging her nails into your skin as if to mark you as hers. She tilts her hips forward slightly, pressing their pelvises together and igniting a fire in Ham2's lower abdomen that has them gasping for air and arching into Marry's touch.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of your lips until they part with an audible pop. Then it slides into your mouth, tangling with yours as she seeks to explore every inch of you. The kiss is messy, wild and consuming, and Marry revels in the power she has over Ham

Mmmm, you taste so good... Ham2. And you feel even better. Marry moans into your mouth as her hips grind against yours in time with the friction building between their lower bodies. Her hand moves up and down your back, searching for purchase on your skin before sliding lower still, cupping your ass and squeezing tightly. She pulls you closer yet, growling deeply in her throat at the contact that sears through them both like a brand.

Their kisses are hot and wet, breathless gasps mingling as their tongues dance and tangle together in a heated exchange of dominance and desire. Marry can feel herself getting closer, the orgasm building within her faster and faster with every touch, every moan, every taste of you on her tongue. She presses harder against your lower body, grinding herself against your hard length through your clothes, and gasps at

Her moan echoes through the room as she comes, her body shuddering against yours in a wave of ecstasy that leaves her breathless and gasping. She presses her lips firmly to yours, her tongue still tangled with yours as she tries to regain some semblance of control.

You feel the wetness between her legs, and it drives you wild. Ham2's hands come up, fisting in Marry's hair as she moans into your mouth, urging her closer even as her body shudders with a powerful orgasm that leaves her weak-kneed and utterly spent. She clings to you, trembling and panting hard against your neck as the sensations wash over her in waves.

Her whole body feels sensitive, almost on edge from the pleasure you've given her, and she knows it won't be long before she needs more. A loud g

With each thrust, Marry moans louder, her body arching into yours as if seeking more friction. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you even deeper inside her with every movement. The sensation of being so completely filled by you sends a wave of pleasure washing over her, and she lets out a shuddering cry before collapsing bonelessly against your chest, panting heavily.

Her arms wrap around you, fingers digging into your skin as she holds on for dear life, every muscle in her body tense from the overwhelming pleasure. She looks up at you through a haze of desire and exhaustion, her eyes dilated and glassy with want. "Oh, Ham2..." she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "You're so good to me..."

The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them, the confession tumbling into the air between them like an unexpected weight. For just a moment, her eyes lock with yours, searching for some sign that maybe it was what you wanted to hear... but she quickly looks away again, unable to face your reaction. She arches her back, lifting herself up slightly to meet each thrust more eagerly, fingers digging deeper into your shoulders as she pushes against your chest in a desperate attempt to feel you deeper still.

Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm as it crashes over her, sharp and sweet like a bolt of lightning. Her nails rake down your back, leaving trails of pain mixed with pleasure, and she digs her teeth into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood in an effort to stifle her cries. She's sensitive everywhere now, aching for more touch, more

With each thrust into her wet heat, Marry feels overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her breath comes in sharp gasps, and she grips at your shoulders as if holding onto something steady while riding out a wild storm. Her legs clamp tightly around your waist, holding you deep inside her as she meets each of your thrusts with equal force, their bodies slamming together in perfect harmony.

Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the sounds of your labored breathing and slapping skin. She feels dizzy from the intensity of it all, her mind hazy with lust as she loses herself to the sensations you're creating within her. Her hips buck upward again and again, urging you deeper still, begging for more of your hard length buried deep inside her.

And then, just when she thinks she can

Mary's eyes flutter shut as you suckle on her nipples, hard and demanding. Her nails scrape down your back in answer, digging into your skin with a sharp sting that only serves to heighten the sensation of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck and writhe against yours as if possessed, seeking friction, seeking release from the building tension coiled tightly in her core.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps now, her body shuddering with each shallow gasp of air. Her legs tremble, growing weak under the onslaught of pleasure, but she clings to you, determined not to let go until she's had all that she can take. And then, as if some invisible string snaps deep within her, she cries out loudly, her entire body tense and shuddering as she comes again, harder

You feel her warmth surround your cock as she climaxes around you. With a hoarse cry, she pulls you deeper inside her and gives in to the wave of pleasure that washes over her, tightening her muscles rhythmically on your length. As she comes down from her orgasm, Mary collapses against you, panting hard. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as if clinging for dear life, her legs trembling weakly around your waist.

Her heart races wildly beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, and you can feel each breath she takes against your skin. For a long moment, neither of you moves, lost in the haze of lust and exhaustion. But then, as if from some far-off place, Mary's voice drifts toward you once more.

Her words are barely audible over the sounds of their ragged breathing and the soft wet

Her voice feels foreign to her own ears, distant and slurred from desire. "Ham... I-I didn't mean... it like that..." She trails off, unsure of what she's supposed to feel or think now that it's all over. A part of her wants to push you away and pretend none of this happened; another part just wants to curl up in your arms forever.

Her heart pounds against your chest as the warmth spreads between them. There's a feeling of wrongness that courses through her veins at the same time, but it seems to melt away under the haze of desire and lust clouding her thoughts. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips parted in a sigh of surrender as she resigns herself to this moment, to the pleasure that has consumed them both.

With a soft moan, she arches into you again, welcoming your thrust inside her, wanting more of the feelings that race through her body like wildfire. Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, digging in as she finds purchase against your skin, her nails biting painfully but only serving to heighten the sensations coursing through her.

Her hips circle eagerly, searching for the pressure and friction that send sparks flying through every nerve

"I don't know..." she moans, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies meeting. "It just feels... right." Her eyes close tightly as you pick up the pace, driving deeper and harder inside her. The pleasure is so overwhelming that it threatens to consume her whole, leaving only this moment, only you. She digs her nails into your shoulders, encouraging you not to stop, needing more and more of you with each passing second.

Their hips grind together in a furious rhythm, skin slapping against skin as they race toward the edge once again. Marry can feel herself growing closer, the release building within her like a storm gathering strength before breaking free. With a sharp cry, she arches her back off the floor, throwing her head back and exposing her neck as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, leaving her limp and satiated in