Japanese office lady, Seira Ichijo had sex, uncensored

The Moaning of Seira Ichijo

Seira Ichijo was a typical office lady, but little did her co-workers know, she had a naughty secret. After hours, when the fluorescent lights were off and the cubicles were empty, Seira would trade in her prim blazer for a lurid lingerie set, and her heels for spiked thigh-high stockings. Her evening ritual would begin with a decadent, bubbly soak in the company hot tub, her translucent skin glistening as she explored the supple swells of her breasts. Satisfied by her own touch, Seira would rise from the tub, water sluicing down her body, and sashay with dripping purpose to the conference room.
There, arranged on the lustrous mahogany table, were her props – a black leather strap-on harness and a gleaming latex cock, which she would fasten between her creamy thighs. Strapped in, she’d admire her reflection in the table’s glossy surface,(Threading fingers through her glossy hair, she’d take the latex cock in hand, stroking its veined length. With a moan, she’d press the slick tip to her pouty lips, sucking obscenely as her cheeks hollowed. Dropping to hands and knees, she’d crawl to the edge of the table and present herself, cinched latex curves a lewd backdrop to her pillowy ass and sopping pussy.
Squirming at the toy’s tantalizing brush on her slit, she’d rock back coyly before impaling herself in a single fluid motion. Her keen escalated to a banshee scream as she filled herself utterly, her channel clenching like a soda can explode. Pushing up on shaking arms, she’d begin to buck, the sturdy strap keeping her stuffed as she rode. The table shuddered beneath her frenzied movements, but she couldn’t stop – oil painting wild in the glass panes of the conference room door, she’d fuck herself to a messy completion in plain sight of any worker who might wander in.
Finally spent, she’d slump on the tabletop, the heavy cock still nestled inside her. She’d congratulate her endeavors with a triumphant grin. There was no denying it – working at the office was thrilling, but what made it truly exciting was the nightly exhibition of her filthy fantasies, with no one around to tsk her for it. The very idea – the daring, the risk – sent tangles up her spine, her tender nipples stiffening against the table’s cooled surface. Tomorrow she’d do it all again, and the day after – she’d never stop, the allure of forbidden playtime too overwhelming, her body too ready for more. She’d settle for nothing less than a limitless supply of off-the-clock kink at the very heart of her weekday grind. This was Seira’s real job, and it paid better than any salary. Now fetch me a Bloody Mary, my dear!