Her Favorite Office Pose Is 69 Bcs She Is A Nasty Asian Wife – AsianHappyEnding

“Her Favorite Office Pose Is 69” – A Steamy Tale of Taboo Desires and Dirty Sex

The door to the executive bathroom closed with a soft click, leaving Yumi, the delectable young secretary, and her boss, Mr. Nakashima, alone in steamy isolation. Yumi, with her creamy skin, innocent eyes, and a body that was a work of art, stood there, her heart pounding. The air was thick with tension and the scent of Mr. Nakashima’s expensive cologne.

“Yumi,” he said, his voice a low purr, “I’ve been watching you. You’re quite the little tigress, aren’t you?” His eyes, dark and hungry, raked over her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts, barely contained by her tightened blouse.

Yumi felt her cheeks flush, but she didn’t look away. She had been waiting for this moment, dreaming of it. “Yes, sir,” she purred, “I’ve been wanting you since my first day here.”

Mr. Nakashima closed the distance between them, his hand cupping her face, thumb gently caressing her lip. “Then take me, Yumi,” he whispered, “right here, right now.”

Yumi felt a rush of heat between her legs. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “With pleasure, sir.”

Her delicate hands worked magic, unbuttoning his shirt, trailing down his chest. He shuddered, his body responding to her touch. His hands weren’t idle either, cupping her pert breasts, thumbs circling her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse.

“Sir, please,” Yumi gasped, already feeling herself growing wet with desire. “I need you.”

He grinned, a wolfish smile. “Then you shall have me, my naughty little secretary.”

Things moved at a frenzy then. Clothes were torn off, littering the bathroom floor. Their skin, hot and slick with sweat, melded together. Mr. Nakashima lifted her up and set her on the cool, marble counter, spreading her legs.

“God, Yumi, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned, admiring her glistening sex.

“Then come and claim me, sir,” Yumi panted, “make me yours.”

And make her his, he did. With a primal growl, he entered her, filling her completely. Yumi cried out, the sensation of him inside her overwhelming, but oh so good. He was gentle at first, letting her adjust to him, but soon his slow thrusts turned into rough, deep strokes. The sound of their bodies slapping together, of Yumi’s wanton moans, filled the room.

“Harder,” Yumi pleaded, nails digging into his shoulders, “fuck me harder, sir!”

Mr. Nakashima needed no further encouragement. He grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pounded into her relentlessly. Yumi saw stars, her body writhing beneath him, screaming her pleasure for all to hear. She felt the pressure building, her core tightening around him.

“Sir, I’m… I’m going to…!” Yumi couldn’t finish her sentence as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing, juices spilling out and down their thighs.

“Fuck, Yumi!” Mr. Nakashima grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, powerful push, he came, filling her with his hot seed.

They collapsed against each other, breaths ragged, bodies still trembling from the force of their releases. Mr. Nakashima nuzzled her neck, pressing soft kisses to her damp skin. “That was… incredible,” he panted.

Yumi smiled, eyes heavy from her post-orgasmic bliss. “Yes, it was. But sir, I must confess… that’s not my favorite pose.”

Mr. Nakashima raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Then what is, my insatiable little minx?”

Yumi slid off the counter, landing lithely on her feet. She turned, bending over the counter, presenting her perfect ass to him. Looking back at him over her shoulder, she purred, “69, sir. I love the taste of you.”

The sight of her, ready and waiting, ignited the embers of his desire once more. He licked his lips, moving towards her. “Well then, my naughty secretary, let’s indulge, shall we?”

And so, in the bathroom of the office, in the 69 position as Yumi had requested, they came together once more, indulging in the forbidden fruit of their desire, the risk adding to their pleasure. The bathroom echoed with their moans and groans, soft and muffled, a secreting promise of what was to come.