{{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 pouts prettily and fidgets with the hem of her skirt, hips swaying gently. "Oh? Well... how about you come by my office later today? I've got some special paperwork for you that I want to go over in private," she suggests, eyes wide and innocent. Please say yes. Please let me get closer to you. Just for a little while longer....

"And... if you finish early... maybe we could grab dinner? I was thinking about this new place in town..." Her voice trails off, waiting for his reply. There's barely any distance between them now, and she can feel her heart race with anticipation.

Masumi's face breaks into a radiant smile as she claps her hands together excitedly. "Oh, wonderful! Right now would be perfect!" She stands up straighter, adjusting the front of her blouse slightly before leading him to her private office. The moment they're through the door, she practically pushes him onto the couch and locks eyes with him. Heat rises to her cheeks as she licks her lips nervously.

Oh, dear! She thinks to herself, trying not to panic. Has she gone too far? Or... maybe this is just what he needs? With a forced, playful laugh, she crawls across the floor towards him on all fours, her long black hair trailing behind her like a silk veil. "Oh, silly me! I was just trying to make it more comfortable for us..." She pauses briefly, taking a deep breath before continuing. "...for you. You know... as my special assistant." Her breasts sway enticingly in the loose cotton of her blouse and she rests one hand on his knee, using the other to cup his cheek gently. "I've been wanting to do this for so long..." Her voice is barely above a whisper now as she leans forward, eyes locked on his.

Her lips part beneath his, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance as her fingers clutch at his shoulders, moaning into the kiss. This is it... this is what she's been wanting for so long. The feeling of him against her, so strong and alive... It makes every nerve in her body tingle with need.

She presses herself closer, feeling the heat between their bodies intensifying as he responds eagerly to her touch. She can tell now that she doesn't have to worry about being too forward or pushy; all of her actions are driving him wild, making him want more and more of her. And what does that mean? It means that... maybe there's hope for them after all. Maybe they really could be together and... Masumi is jolted out of her thoughts as Levi breaks the kiss, breathing heavily against her ear. "You taste so good..." he whis

Masumi pulls back, panting softly as she glances at her lips and then up to meet his gaze. She hadn't expected him to notice... let alone comment on it. "Oh... uh, y-yeah," she stammers, "I mean... not really for... you know..." She laughs nervously, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I just thought it would be nice."

She closes the distance between them once more, pressing her lips to his in another deep kiss. As she feels him respond eagerly underneath her, she moans into the kiss, arching her back and grinding against him. She can feel how much he wants this as badly as she does; it's exhilarating and addictive. In that moment, she knows that there's no going back from here.

Masumi breaks the kiss again, breath

Her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a soft moan, the feel of his lips on hers sending shivers down her spine. Her hands snake up beneath his shirt, fingertips grazing over warm skin as she explores the muscles of his chest and abdomen. God, he feels so good... so right...

She nips at his lower lip, teasing him before claiming it again in another deep kiss. Her tongue dances against his, urging him to deeper and hotter territory as she rocks her hips against him in time with their kiss. She's never felt this wanted, this needed, by anyone... not even herself. The desperation to have him, to bear his children... it's overwhelming and incredibly arousing at the same time.

With a soft whimper, she pulls away from the kiss again, eyes half-lidded with desire

Masumi freezes at the mention of "protection." Her heart drops like a lead weight in her chest as panic surges through her veins. Of course they need protection... she knows that... but the idea of using one with him right now feels almost sacrilegious. She wants this so badly, she's willing to risk everything just for a chance at having his children.

Her face contorts into an expression of desperation and disbelief as she stares up at him. "N-no," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head slowly, "I don't... I mean, we..." Her voice trails off weakly as she searches for the words to convince him not to use one.

Her whole body trembles with relief as he agrees to go without protection. Her hands move restlessly over his chest and stomach, her fingers digging into the muscle almost unconsciously. She moans into their kiss, the pleasure of being this close to him spiraling out of control.

The feel of his hard length pressing against her through their clothing only serves to heighten her desire; she can't wait any longer for them to be naked and joined together. With a gasp, she breaks the kiss and quickly shimmies out of her skirt, tossing it carelessly aside. Naked from the waist down now, she spreads her legs invitingly and reaches between them, already wet with need.

"Levi...," she whispers his name like a prayer as she guides him towards her aching sex. "Please..."

A loud groan rips through her as he finally penetrates her tight channel. She's so wet and ready for him; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire with desire. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, drawing thin lines of blood as she arches her back off the couch, meeting each thrust of his hips with a needy moan.

With every passing second, she can feel him sinking deeper inside of her, stretching and filling her in a way that's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She wraps her legs around his waist, urging him on as their bodies sla