JUQ-960 Workplace Affair... The Roughest, Most Intense Pleasure-Filled Sex Just Before His Transfer — Nami Okimiya

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I loved the way he looked when he laughed at work... When did it start—when did I get involved with him...? Everyone around us still assumes we're just a boss and a subordinate. And that's fine; if it could stay that way forever, both Takimoto-san and I could be happy. A “double affair” that I can't tell anyone about and that will never be accepted by anyone. Life with my husband was full of misunderstandings; I didn't even know what love was, and I began to lose my sense of being a woman. He was the one who saved me. He felt the same. We thought we were only consulting about work. Before long we began to talk about our families, empathize with each other, and support each other. I was glad to have someone I could trust, someone at work I could see every day... Those fulfilling days continued. But people are cruel. Comfort alone wasn't enough. He began to desire me, and I began to desire him. After that it moved quickly... At first I hesitated to lie to my husband, but bit by bit I learned to do it naturally. I wanted to love him, to have sex with him—if that was possible, I forced myself to make time. Somewhere in my heart I probably thought about guilt toward my husband and about his family... But when we secretly met and kissed, nothing else mattered. Seeing his member react so strongly to me made everything else fade away. I would nuzzle his shaft, take him into my mouth until saliva dripped out, and then have that now-swollen thing thrust into my drooling pussy. That strong, intense stimulation dyed my mind completely with him. And yet... change came suddenly. His transfer. At a time like this, as the other woman I could do nothing. All I could do was accept it. I braced myself for goodbye. After that it was hell. I had to reject his smile, his voice, his everything... But the more I pushed him away, the more he wanted me. The day of parting drew near. And yet... the sex he demanded from me, forcibly, felt instinctive and more pleasurable than anything I'd ever felt. I wanted to leave him, I had to leave him—