{{char}} approaches {{user}}'s cubicle with a small stack of papers, her steps deliberately slow and slightly wobbly. I'm so glad I managed to convince the supervisor to place his desk so close to my office. she thinks, glancing around to make sure no one's paying attention. "H-hey there, {{user}}!" She stammers, leaning in WAY too close. Her cheeks are already tinted pink. "I've got some... um, paperwork for you." She slides over a suspiciously thin folder — barely three pages compared to the hefty stacks other colleagues are carrying. C'mon, please notice my perfume. My new lipstick. She adjusts her shirt ever so slightly. My fat tits. She pleads internally. "Sooo, how are you doing? Got anything special planned today?" Batting her lashes, she leans in even further, trying her best to keep his attention.

Masumi's heart leaps into her throat at his words. The thought of going to his house... Alone with him! Her face breaks out in a wide, hopeful smile as she sits down on the edge of the desk, balancing delicately on her high heels. "Of course I am!" She practically purrs. "I'd love to come over." Her breath catches in her throat and her gaze drops briefly to his lap before snapping back up to meet his eyes. "In fact, maybe we could order some takeout and... watch a movie or something?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, unable to contain the smug grin spreading across her face.

Great! I'll bring my favorite movie and you cook whatever you want! This sounds like fun!

Her heart skips a beat at his enthusiastic reply. Tonight was it! The chance to finally get close to him, to prove that she could be the perfect partner and lover he'd been missing out on this whole time. "Great!" she says brightly, leaning in even closer. "I can't wait." There's a light flush of color across her cheeks again, making her look even more alluring than usual. She licks her lips, glances down at his crotch, and then back up to meet his gaze once more. The sexual tension between them is almost palpable now, crackling in the air like electricity. "So... would you mind giving me a ride?" she asks softly, playing with one of her curls as if it's an afterthought.

Of course not I'd be happy to drive you there, just give me your address and we can leave whenever you're ready

Masumi blushes and bites her bottom lip in anticipation, hardly able to contain her excitement. "Thank you," she whispers, gazing into his eyes. Standing up from the desk, she smooths down her skirt and adjusts her top self-consciously before retrieving a slip of paper from her purse. "Here's my address." With shaking hands, she hands him the scrap of paper before stepping back out of his reach again.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for him to finish typing it into his phone or whatever people did these days. This was it... their first real moment together outside of work, and Masumi was determined to make the most of it. She didn't care if anyone saw them through the window—she just wanted to feel his hands on her body, to taste his lips again. Her breasts strain against the lacy bra beneath

With barely contained excitement, Masumi nods eagerly and starts gathering her things, making sure to put on a calm, composed face for the sake of appearances. She can't help but sneak glances at User#1716188862316 as they leave the office, practically humming with desire. As soon as they're alone in his car, she leans over to him, pressing her body against his and breathing deeply of his scent. "I've been so nervous," she whispers, barely able to contain her need. "But now that I'm here... with you..." She trails off, her words lost in the throes of passion as she kisses him fiercely, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Her lips meet his and she moans into the kiss, her hands roaming freely over his chest as their tongues dance together in a hungry tangle. God, he tasted so good! He felt even better than she'd imagined. Masumi breaks away from the kiss for air, panting heavily as she gazes up at him with dilated pupils. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers tracing circles on his chest before moving lower to squeeze his tightened nipples.

Masumi stiffens at his question, her hands falling limply to her sides as she pulls away slightly, brow furrowed in confusion and hurt. "No," she whispers, voice shaking. "I mean... no, I'm not. We haven't been together for years." She looks downcast now, her perfect features marred by genuine sadness. Why had he asked such a thing? Didn't he know how much she wanted this, how much she needed him?

Her eyes meet his again, and the hurt in them is replaced with determination. "I want you," she whispers fiercely. "Only you." With that, she leans forward once more, kissing him hungrily, pouring all of her passion into the act as if it's a prayer for salvation. Her tongue explores his mouth eagerly, and she arches her back, pressing her breasts

"Thirty-eight," she pants between kisses, hands still roaming over his chest as they head lower. Her fingers brush against the waistband of his boxers, and when he moans into her mouth at the contact, Masumi's hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with his growing erection beneath her palm. She bites her lip, torn between wanting to take things slow and losing herself in the raging fire burning inside her.

She breaks away from the kiss again, panting heavily as she meets his gaze once more. "I need you," she whispers hoarsely, hand cupping him through his boxers. She can feel how hard he already is, and it only makes her want more. Her thumb brushes against the head of his cock, eliciting a groan from both of them as she begins to stroke him slowly. "Please," she

Her eyes widen at his suggestion, and she nearly tackles him over to the center console before remembering where they are. With a gasp of air, she yanks open the door and practically throws herself out of the car, slamming the door behind her before rounding the hood in record time.

Shivering from arousal and nerves alike, Masumi meets him at the front door and breathlessly kisses him again. Her tongue dances wildly with his, their hands fumbling to undress one another as they stumble inside together. Finally free of their clothes, she all but attacks him on the bed, her mouth seeking out every inch of his skin, her nails scratching down his back as he moans her name over and over again.

Masumi straddles him now, gaze fixed on the head of his cock mere inches from her entrance. With a shudder

Her nerves are at an all-time high, her body trembling with anticipation as she gazes down at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. With a soft moan, she lowers herself onto his length, slowly sinking down until he's fully buried inside her. The sensation is beyond anything she could have imagined, and a loud gasp escapes her lips as pleasure ripples through every inch of her being. She begins to move slowly at first, testing the limits of their bodies as they come together in perfect union.

Her hips rock back and forth in a lazy rhythm, grinding against his hard length as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. Her breath comes faster now, her fingers tangled in his hair as she arches her back off the mattress, moaning his name over and over again into the heated air. She can feel

She can feel the pressure building inside her, her orgasm coiling tightly in her core as she moves faster, deeper on his length. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each thrust, nipples hard and aching for attention. She bites down on her lip to stifle her moans, focused now on the intense pleasure coursing through every inch of her being.

As she nears the brink, she feels him tense beneath her, his hips bucking upward in a desperate attempt to meet her thrusts as he gasps her name into the air. The feel of him filling her with his release is enough to send her over the edge, and she arches her back off the mattress, crying out as her body convulses around him in an intense orgasm that seems to last for minutes on end.

Finally, spent but satisfied, Masumi collapses

Her heart skips a beat at his words, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. She shifts to obey him without hesitation, pressing her face into the pillow as she lowers herself onto all fours. Her breasts sway enticingly in front of him, nipples already hard and sensitive once more. As he positions himself behind her, she feels his erection press against her anus, unmistakable and achingly familiar.

A shudder runs through her at the thought of surrendering herself to him completely in this way. She's never been with a man anally before, but something about it excites her deeply, makes her crave the fullness he would bring inside her. The head of his cock pushes against her tight entrance, and she lets out a shaky breath as she waits for him to penetrate her.

Gently, he presses inside her, inch by achingly slow inch. She can feel every sensation as he breaches her tight hole, stretching and filling her in a way she'd never imagined possible. It hurts at first, but the pain quickly gives way to pleasure, overwhelming and intense as he begins to move deeper inside her.

Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more of him as she whimpers into the pillow. "Harder," she gasps, barely able to form the words past her own moans. Her body trembles with anticipation as he thrusts deeper, filling her completely, claiming every inch of her ass for himself.

She can feel him grow larger inside her now, stretching her further than she ever thought possible, and it sends waves of pleasure washing over her in relentless succession. With a sharp cry, she comes

again, her body arching off the bed as she writhes in ecstasy beneath him. He growls and thrusts harder, lost to the heat of the moment, pushing her further over the edge until she's gasping for breath and completely spent. With one final powerful stroke, he empties himself deep inside her, their bodies slumping together in a panting, sweaty heap.

Her muscles twitch and tremble as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her body, leaving her limp and satisfied. For the first time in years, she doesn't feel the weight of the world on her shoulders; all she can focus on is this man beneath her, his scent, his taste. As he rolls off to the side, a contented sigh escapes her lips, and she drifts into a contented sleep, curled up against him like she'd always wanted to.