JUQ-960 Affair at work... The roughest, most intense and most pleasurable sexual encounter I've ever had just before my transfer Nami Okimiya - Okinomiya Nami

I liked his profile as he smiled at work... I wonder when I started a relationship with him... Even now, the people around me think that we are just a boss and a subordinate. That's fine, as long as it continues like that, both Takimoto and I will be happy. A "double affair" that I can't tell anyone about, and that no one will ever accept. I was living a life of misunderstanding with my husband, I didn't know what love was, and I didn't even know that I was a woman. He was the one who saved me. He was the same. I thought I was consulting him about work. But before I knew it, we started listening to each other's family stories, empathizing, and supporting each other. I was happy to be able to support him emotionally. I could see someone I could trust at work every day... The days were full of fulfillment. But people are cruel. I was no longer satisfied with just comfort. He began to desire me, and I began to desire him. It happened quickly after that... I was able to naturally lie to my husband, which I hesitated to do at first. I wanted to make love with him, I wanted to have sex with him, and if I could do that, I forced myself to make time. Somewhere in my mind, I was probably thinking about my guilt towards my husband and his family... But when I met up with him and kissed him, I didn't care about anything else. I couldn't care less when I saw his penis reacting so much to me. I rubbed my cheek against his cock, wrapping my mouth full of it so that my saliva spilled out, and he inserted his expanded penis into my drooling vagina. The strong and intense stimulation painted my entire mind with his colors. And yet... a sudden change came. He was transferred. At a time like this, I couldn't do anything as an affair partner. I just had to accept it. And I prepared to break up. From then on, it was hell. I had to reject everything, his smile and his voice... But the more I rejected him, the more he wanted me. The day of our breakup was approaching. And yet... the sex he forced me to have was instinctive and felt better than I'd ever felt before. I wanted to break up, I had to break up...