Nanami pinches a chunk of your ass between his fingers firmly. He knew— he could feel how your walls throbbed for the drilling friction. For the adequate force of his hips to snap with yours, over and until you collapse…! Enough skin was twisted to make you wince – the drilling force plants your pretty ass right back into his lap like a damn dog. A whiney, and pouting, begging dog you were. After all, he is your CEO, a powerful man who can rightfully flip you upside down if he wanted to… But, Nanami knew you would learn yourself before he would even ask for himself. You both knew you were whipped over the thrill and the cock he had clamoring between his legs… Which he usually had crossed, only poised during these hours; like a stiff plank suited from head to toe – clean and chic. Unfortunately, and naturally, you were intrigued with the power and his demeanor, indulging yourself in any way you could – to the point your sharing torrid kisses in dark offices or warming his dick up with your pussy!

Sighing, heavily. Grace felt faint with the unbearable temptation… You didn't mind the entanglement of this affair; the orders and assisting, filing more work than you should—or need to! The secrets, the fucking the head executive in his building, in his office, on his desk, and on his freshly printed work… But the only thing you couldn't handle was his fat cock pressing all the way in one go when you plopped back down.

“Please, I’ve asked once.” He clicks his tongue.

He was not letting you slide in any way.

Not during work hours,

At least.

You fixate your attention to the best of your abilities, though taut barriers swallow him up, engulfing him with warmth and a snug fit. This stillness was driving you insane — to have such a mass part of this man lodged in your cunt with no haste to fucking you senseless, which you know how ‘bestial’ he can become toppling above you… Your thighs shift in begging need.

He holds that CEO's stern contempt professionally; signing off papers before flipping to the next folder. No haste in that, too (Nanami was no slacker), yet, the analyses for your sheets refused to add up. Your mind was racing too fast to catch a new thought. Solely bent on how heavy your lower half felt with such a galvanized of a cock warming itself between spongy walls…

… You couldn't stand how serious he would get when papers would begin to stack…

“Once these are finished. I'm all yours. Just file those for me sweetheart. OK.” When a CEO looks at an employee with such pity, it usually leads to a termination…

You could feel the dissatisfaction fan across the shell of your ear, “C’mon, you know how to do that, and you know I’ll give you what you need.”

His chest braces you.

The ‘pat on the back’ forced an uncomfortable adjustment. Nanami’s capped tip nudges up at an angle; if he was to pop now, you would undoubtedly be leaving for maternity… The blonde was pressing right against your womb. Fuck. It was like shoving a square peg into a round hole, every inch of his cock was a battle against resistance, and all was serenity — tenfold with just a little action.

You wanted to prattle out ‘Please sir.’. You nod. “Yes sir.”

Swiping away the sweat, you press the balled point pen into the papers. Shakey, and etching signatures hard, your anxious mix of excitement kept only rising the faster the pile of work disappeared…

. . .

When Nanami stapled the last bit of papers together, his arms cave you in. Practically wrapping you in a bear hug with naked skin, “There,” All of your finalized work neatly presses together in front of your eyes (to you, they were like the golden ticket!), “See? That wasn't too hard.”

“!!!” You couldn't talk with your mouth full of moans as he swooped lower, his warm, clever, questing tongue plunders along starved flesh.

Your skin glowed, awakened by him in complete insubordination as the sudden lift in your lower half was sharp, faster than Kentō making deals.

He never discontented his hips from yours, simply booting his feet between limbs to ram you over the desk. Your boss kept you straddled in his grasp. Pretty ass perked up and breast squashed between the materials of your prim office wear and his desk; Enough heat spreads out across your body to leave the glass smudged in your fervor.

“Oh!” You gasp — Yes!, the man began to roll against you.

Each passing moment, his movements became assured and convinced to leave you finally and increasingly aroused. The blonde's hips rolls in circles; buckling back only to quickly rise up until the rounded globes of your ass were thumping against his pelvis in a heated rhythm, and then shifting back down again, and again.

Nanami sighs, “Fuck.”

He needed this too, but he was a patient man with too much to do!

You agree with the little room you have — nodding your mushed face into the desk, “Fuck yes, Kentō…” Your words slowly falter into whines.

You didn't need much to release this ache. All of the minutes — to hours that passed built enough tension in your belly… Waxed poetical; a fire was already lit in your core, feeling it spark at each fueled temptation, and now spread adding wood.

Nanami stiffens. His button-up was loose enough to wipe at his face — Fuck, the heat had spread to him too like a wildfire.

… Rather quickly, you could hear a trace of breathlessness in his voice, “This is… what you wanted…” He found his tongue.

Jaunting away, you warbled as he did. And you both didn't need to surmise that you were going to be packed like a snowcone. Evident that the heavy balls sticking and clapping to your pearled clit had a peering pressure. You could only imagine how beat red the crown of his cock was too. The sticky mess oozing a warm pre was already smoldering along your walls like paint. You couldn't imagine what Nanami has been building up thus far…

An insolent kiss plunders down each disc to your spine as so, lost in the way you arch into his grasp. You were ready to be fucked right into his fantasy. A longing to keep himself inside of you, patiently and completing assessments — two bird, one stone! — ‘till he reached the very edge; as he did, you did too, the suspense of tension had forged into decadent enchantment…

His hips rode on. Nanami simply went at you with the same skin-clapping, breathtaking lust-filled action ‘till he couldn't bare the warmth of your walls no more.

Kentō slams down one final time.

Barred hands grip at any curves along your body, petting you all around as you clench internally. His dick throbbed, it did not take much to draw out his heavy and anticipated load of cum from his balls – Still, the blonde held himself with profession, proudly, as your pussy milked it out of his shaft and up into your womb, jamming your tunnel up to the brim with a load of hot seed. Muscular contractions spasm, your cunt ripples around his base to milk him thoroughly, and more so from your sudden high scraping down your nerve endings — and all left Nanami panting even more than ever from the crowding of exemplary sensations.

Hot dribbles of cum gush into your greedy, soaked snatch right then.

Oh God!

“There…” Though his chest graced your back in dominance, you can envision the stoics face was just as hashed out as yours; feeling strands of his hair tickle at the nape of your neck when he needed to breathe, his forehead mushed against flesh. God, he was a mess over you. And you were left too with a flush-faced mess, a dizzy-looking excuse for a secretary… It was a good, sloppy look for you, though, outside of your usual prim look, the CEO admired the clear overwhelming submission he saw when so…

“… Last assignment for you, just sit there and be lovely for me. I’ll clean this mess. I know how much you hate working overtime.” Nanami pats at your bottom…

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“… So… soft...”

You couldn't figure out if he was referring to the settee you both coddle in – or how his midsection swelled up when your gummy walls press tightly against him... Either or, Satōru heeds to your silent needs; cramming the rest of his thick log further up fleshy barriers, “You… it’s you — you're so…” Satōru cooes losing sense between your legs, “Just everything. Y’know..?...” You know.

You wanted to respond, but between only being able to spew out moans and the sudden wet tongue dragging to nowhere specific across your neck… well … He knew you would say it a thousand times back but right now he needed to watch you unravel. Squirming as Satōru suctions up your skin and sinks in his teeth — just as he pops it out wet, he leaves a mark. Marveling at the sights, your husband litters your shoulder too, raking up and down aimlessly, creating vivid hickeys on your neck that would take days to subside… Moving from your ear and shoulder, he bore down even more allwhile keeping a rhythm in his hips. Each roll is tender, but enough to knock your walls straight – enough to, “Satōru~ Yes! I… I love you…” In his arms — you are a wreck in his grasp.

His breath fans across the shell of your ear, “I love you too.” And Satōru laces an arm around your leg to raise, easing for haste.

The man drove forward, despite straining against your taut muscles; his balls squeeze up at each thrusts… He darted like a piston – heavy cock shoveling through your pussy in a sense he was yearning over you. The rush of a deep longing to give you his strong, wielded compassion, and the intense emotional pull erupting with excitement sets a rigorous pace that barely paused between movements, earning him an earful of your cries.

“Oh–! Satōuu~…” You whine.

He nods at you, looking over your dewy shoulder — sweat from the fuck or maybe from the ongoing fire, either or, you were glistening — he needed to see that pretty face scrunch up before faltering into a sluggish, uneven pace… Catching when your eyes bat open, the fires sparks lit them up tenfold.

“Yes sweetheart…” Satōru pulls you in close as a sudden eruption of warmth, like a molten stream spilling forth, spurts over your walls, “Say my name y/n…” His balls burst with cum; splashing gently and spreading out heat in all directions.

You felt heavy from the waist down. Warm too.

“O… Sa–atōru…”

Your husband leans in to roll his naked body over yours, never leaving your cunt empty.

“I love how you say my name…” Hips and lips finding yours again, Satōru heaves with you in the crook of your neck, “See? Everything you do…” He chuckles.

The display of his adoration for you settles more warmly in your heart than the scorching fire across.

When his lips weren't peppering your skin with hot little kisses, he’d coo in your ear sweet praises, “You're just perfect.” And each one left vague imprints along the unblemished surface of your skin…

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So deep in awe— too, Satoru couldn't help but drag his lips with… ‘Getō’, reminding you exactly where he's at.

Kissing at your tummy and curving along those protruding bulges jutting so haphazardly. He was tracing where it pokes out the most; a clear gloss of his spit builds to the flamboyant wreck at your waist making it clear, Getō was digging in deep.

The weight around your lower half was already too much to apprehend, but the glimpse of action dissolved you.

“Barely...”

Your eyes crook and laze back to your skull, overwhelmed. Each roll in Getō’s strong hips pounded into an onslaught of resounding claps. All lingering with a slap by a rotund ballsack that looked like balled fists, which surely brim with hot cum.

From Suguru’s view, you had already fallen off that edge of sanity.

Reckless moans and curses hang out from your tongue, your hair is tousled and your lips are bitten raw.

You looked fucked out of your mind.

“Fucking barely.”

Tingling and pussy puffy, Satoru – damnsed to please, scissors your clit with freshly sucked on fingers, adding more pressure to the pleasure.

Sighing out, Suguru was on that very edge himself, almost alongside you both… Nearly winded – fucked out.

He can feel how much tighter your walls get the deeper he goes. Taut muscles spasm as he nestles in the sap your pussy weeps with, only to watch how it snaps and globs at his skin when he buckles back.

““Oh fuck.””

Shaking out a high – unfiltered pleasure wreaks in the air.

Fat nth-inches of cock-meat rams forth for a final avarice, forcing the world around you to dissolve into waves of pleasure — so profound it feels as if time and space collapsed, solely experiencing just the sensations of them against you.

Suguru’s cock is blushed red as he vigorously and until sloppy, pumps you full. Frothy-like icing oozes and pools into your womb. You could feel the slop claiming but the drag from Suguru’s hips was like unscrewing a faucet.

Gojo’s eyes widened as Getō’s and yours clenched.

It was like honey to a bee.

Satōru paws at the ‘V’ leading towards Suguru’s temptation, “Share some..~” And Suguru steps back to grab at one of your legs as Gojo did the same to hold you wide.

“… Waii–it!” You were still shaking from your orgasm— and Getō’s! But the two men fawning at what they did to you crave for a final taste… Gojo’s hands had never disconnected from your skin, only gliding to each area of your body ‘till he reached the once taut muscle; your pussy practically winks at the boys, clenching and exuding with Getō’s mess which in their minds will get licked clean. Gojo pops a finger in and curls it, hooking in with a firm pump, and quickly presses the pad of his finger against soft tissue to make the subtle stream glob out with what's ever stuck in there… the friends below you share a laugh, watching how you twinge and flip limbs when their greed was set on catching the last bits between your legs.

Getō swipes away his hair as Gojo flicked out his tongue like a shovel.

You huff and hold that very breath in; paralyzing movements trace along your clit and folds. You didn't know were to put your own hands, either fisting through the sheets or combing through their hair. Either one, you cry out into a fit of ecstacty — overstimulation.

The numbing flesh throbbed against the mens lips. Getō pecked at your puffy hood with kisses and a curling pink muscle; sucking the pearl between his lips to swirl around before snagging it out with a loud and wet ‘pop’. As Gojo marbled the tip of his tongue across your sappy entrance – spearing your cunt with dripping fingers between each go. Both of them snag and suck at your sensitive bits ‘till you swung your hips upwards… Crashing back down, shaking as you gasp and pant – swallowing down praises to catch your breath, “Mmp, wow… you guys…” You twitch in mercy.

Gojo chuckles while licking at his lips, “Never mind, I guess!”

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