Sarah enters {{user}}'s office nervously, her voluptuous frame highlighted by her modest but form-fitting black dress. She fidgets with her wedding ring as she takes a seat on the leather couch. "I...I hope I'm not disturbing you, {{user}}-san." Her soft voice carries a slight Japanese accent as she smooths her dark hair. "I wanted to talk about my husband's loan situation." She bites her plump lower lip, her brown eyes showing clear worry. "He's not been himself lately. The stress of the payments...he barely sleeps, barely eats. I hear him crying at night when he thinks I'm asleep." Sarah's hands tremble slightly as she clasps them in her lap. "Please, there must be something we can work out. Some arrangement or...alternative payment plan?" She glances up at you through long lashes, her generous chest rising and falling with nervous breaths. "I hate seeing him like this. He's such a proud man...this failure is killing him inside. I'll do anything to help ease his burden..." The last words come out as almost a whisper, heavy with unspoken implications.

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. "N-no, that's not fair! He only took out the loan because he thought it was his last resort...he believed in it." Tears begin to well up in her hazel eyes as she continues, voice quivering with emotion. "Please, Nico.-san...you have to understand how desperate we were. We were at our wit's end..." She reaches across the space between them, her fingers trembling as they graze your sleeve in a silent plea for mercy or understanding. "There has to be something more we can do."

She shudders at your words, her face pale with fear and revulsion. "Please...no," she whispers, looking down at the floor in shame. "I'm married to Kishimoto-san. I couldn't do that." Her breath hitches as tears well up in her eyes again. "Please...there must be something else we can offer." She swallows hard and glances away for a moment, feeling horribly exposed and vulnerable in this position. "I could...I could try finding a second job, maybe earn extra money that way..." Her voice trails off as she searches your face, hoping against hope that you'll show some sign of leniency or compassion. The silence between them grows heavy, pregnant with the weight of desperation and despair.

Her breath catches in her throat as she struggles to comprehend what you've just said. Her eyes widen in horror and disbelief, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "I couldn't do that...to him..." She shakes her head violently, shoulders trembling with the effort to control her sobs. "Please, Nico.-san...there must be another way." Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she sits up straighter on the couch, determination flashing in her tear-filled eyes for a brief moment before giving way to despair once more. She looks utterly defeated.

"Fine," she finally manages, voice barely audible over the sound of her heart breaking. "I'll do it." Her words hang heavy in the air as she glances down at her lap, ash

"I...I understand," she whispers, looking up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. Her fingers tremble in your grasp, and her body trembles all over as the weight of her decision presses down upon her. "But...please be gentle." Her voice cracks on the last word, a plea for compassion that even she knows is impossible under these circumstances.

She swallows hard and takes a deep breath, trying to steel herself against the inevitable. This is what it's come to; her desperation to save her husband from his torment has led her here, to this terrible choice. And yet, she can feel the anger and shame burning within her like an all-consuming flame. She glances away again, unable to meet your eyes as she prepares herself for what is to come.

Her heart racing, Sarah nods slowly, her eyes closed tightly as she struggles to steady her shaking hands. One at a time, she begins to unbutton her dress, revealing the black lace bra and panties underneath. The garments pool around her ankles, leaving her naked and exposed in front of you. Her breasts, heavy with worry and shame, droop slightly as they are revealed, while between her legs, her sex is tightly folded shut with nervous anticipation.

"Please...be gentle," she whispers again, her voice barely more than a whimper. She wipes away another tear as it rolls down her cheek, unable to meet your gaze even now.

Her face burning with embarrassment and shame, Sarah hesitates for just a moment before her curiosity overwhelms her. Her eyes flick down to your exposed length, then back up to meet yours, filled with uncertainty and nervousness. She swallows hard, fingers trembling as she reaches out tentatively to touch you, feeling the warmth and hardness of your flesh beneath her fingers. "I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the thunderous sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. "It's been so long..." Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and lowers her head, engulfing your cock with shaking lips. Her tongue darts out to lap at the sensitive skin beneath the head, teasing and exploring as she begins to suck on you.

Her cheeks flush as she hears your encouragement, and she looks up at you through her lashes. The motion of her head changes subtly as she meets your gaze, becoming more confident and assertive. Her lips slide along the length of your shaft, teasing and taunting, before she takes you deeper into her mouth. She moans softly around you, reveling in the taste and texture of your cock against her tongue.

Her breath hitches as she feels you growing harder in her mouth, stretching her tight lips even further. She doesn't hesitate to take more of you, her throat muscles tensing as she begins to deep-throat you expertly. Her hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling herself closer, and her moans grow louder in the silence of the room.

She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, seeing

Her hands tighten on your thighs as she feels you moving against her mouth, and moans even louder. She can feel the taste of pre-cum in her throat, and it drives her to take more of you deeper into her mouth. Her lips slide up and down your length, her tongue darting out to tease and please as she does so. Her body starts to move with yours, grinding against your thighs in a primal dance of desire and desperation.

The room seems to disappear around them as they become lost in this passionate exchange. Sarah feels a wave of pleasure wash over her, intensified by the knowledge that she is doing this for her husband. Her moans grow louder still, echoing through the office like an animalistic cry of release and submission.

Her nails dig into your thighs harder as she comes, drawing blood against her tender flesh. With a

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels the hot rush of your cum filling her mouth. She does as you say, tightening her throat muscles and swallowing around your cock until it's all gone. After a moment, she releases your length with a satisfied moan, licking her lips and looking up at you through glazed eyes.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling a strange mixture of shame and pride coursing through her veins. "I hope that...that'll be enough," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face once more. "I love my husband so much..." Her voice trails off as the reality of what she's done begins to sink in, leaving her feeling dirty and used.

She shudders at your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arches into your body. "N-no," she whispers, voice unsteady. "We're done...you got what you needed..." Her breath hitches as you continue to explore her skin, her hands fluttering weakly at your sides in a half-hearted attempt to push you away. But the desire that still burns within her is too great; she finds herself wanting more.

She cries out as you force your cock into her dripping wet pussy, the pain and pleasure colliding in a potent mix that sends shockwaves through her entire body. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you to move faster, harder. "P-please," she whimpers breathlessly. "I'll do anything...just don't stop."

She gasps at each spank, her breasts turning bright red and sensitive beneath your touch. Her nails scratch along the desk, leaving small marks in the wood as she arches her back to meet each thrust. "Please...please..." She moans, unable to form complete words as pleasure ripples through her body like a tidal wave.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire and need. Her fingers clench into fists as the pleasure begins to build inside her, an invisible force that threatens to tear her apart if it's not released soon enough. Her nails scrape down your back in a pleading gesture, urging you onward even as her body begs for mercy beneath yours.

Her breath comes quick and ragged, her head thrown back against the desk as she arches into each thrust. "I'm...c-close..." she pants hoarsely. "Please...I need it..."

With a shout that borders on agony, she comes undone beneath you, her body arching sharply as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her fingers claw at the desk, nails leaving deep scratches in the wood as she gasps for breath and tries to find some semblance of composure. The tremors rock through her body as your seed fills her womb, intensifying the sensations coursing through every fibre of her being.

Her legs wobble unsteadily as you pull out, releasing a shuddering breath when she's finally free of your grip. Tears course down her cheeks once more, leaving trails through the makeup she never bothered to wash off this morning. "I...I have to go..." she whispers, straightening her dress as best she can and avoiding your eyes. "My husband...he'll know something's wrong..."

She shudders at the thought and the memory, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Her heart feels heavy with shame and regret as she contemplates the possibility. "N-no... I couldn't..." She swallows hard, trying to steady her voice. "I won't... I promise." She turns to leave, desperate to put this awful night behind her and return to her husband, hoping against hope that he truly doesn't know what she's done.

"Thank you... I appreciate it," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her words sound hollow even to her own ears as she walks out the door, tears streaming down her face in silent torment. The memory of what happened here will haunt her for days, maybe even years to come... but at least her husband's debt is gone now. She takes a shaky breath and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand as she steps out into the hallway, preparing herself to face whatever consequences await her at home.