A Gift (ft. TWICE's Momo)

“Ms Hirai, your boyfriend is here.”

“Send him up, thank you!”

“Hi Momo.”

“Honey! Hiii~”

Momo rises from her desk, running to you with her arms spread wide open, her face scrunched up in a big grin. You wrap your arms around her in a tight embrace, enjoying the warmth of her body against yours. Even though she’s the CEO of a fashion firm with piles of work to sift through, she always makes time to fit you in her work schedule.

“Happy birthday!” You raise the box of takeout from her favourite jokbal place, waving it in front of her. Momo’s entire face brightens, her wide eyes flicking between the food and you. She grabs it off you, raising the box to her nose and giving it a big sniff.

“Mmm~, oh my God! You didn’t have to!”

“But I wanted to get you a gift.”

At the mention of a gift, Momo sets the box down in the plastic bag it came in, tying it up. She gives you a kiss on the cheek, smiling sweetly before going to her desk. She takes a seat and pulls the phone to her ear, dialing the extension number to her secretary.

“Hey, what’s my schedule for the afternoon?”

“You have nothing set for this afternoon, Ms Hirai.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Momo sets the phone down, and when she looks back at you, gone is the sweet smile of earlier. Instead, her look turns sultry as she bites her lips, folding her arms.

“Thank you for the gift, honey, but I had something else in mind.”

“Oh, is that so?” Your shaft begins to stir.

“That’s right. I want birthday sex.”

Momo draws her blazer off her shoulders, draping it over her chair. Her tie is next to go, thrown onto her desk, forgotten. Momo arranges her hair a little, before she works her blouse open, button by button. Inch by inch, the skin concealed by her white blouse is exposed to your hungry eyes—first, her clavicles, then a hint of her cleavage, and then Momo’s breasts, encased in a simple black bra. When her shirt is pulled off her shoulders, she stands up, already pulling off her pants.

You watch with lustful eyes as Momo undresses. You don’t stay still either—your shirt is already gone, your pants pooling at your feet. Momo walks towards you, pulling you into a deep kiss as she reaches to caress the hard bulge tenting your boxers.

“You’re so hard.”

“Only because you’re so hot.”

“Strip.”

No more words need to be said. Both you and Momo pull off the last of your clothing. Momo’s bra is flung to a corner of the room as she sets her perky breasts free from their confines. Both of you kick your underwear aside, and Momo pulls you to her desk. Her stuff is swept aside haphazardly before she hops atop the surface, spreading her legs wide open.

Momo is soaked. A sheen of arousal covers her skin, glistening from the LED lights fixed above her. You grip your shaft at the base as Momo spreads her pussy with two fingers, exposing her hole to your eyes.

“Put it in, then fuck me. Don’t pull out until you’ve put your load in my cunt.”

With these instructions, you penetrate Momo. Immediately, you’re thrusting into her, refusing to let her get used to the stretch.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it. That’s it! Fuck me!”

You push Momo onto the desk, pinning her arms against the cool wood. You squeeze your abs, forcing yourself to fuck Momo harder and harder. Momo in turn moans louder, the sounds echoing in her office, through the walls to whichever poor soul that had to walk down the hallways. You lean towards Momo to muffle her moans with a torrid kiss, tongues swirling around the other’s.

You let go of one of Momo’s hands to rub her clit in time with your thrusts. Her now freed hand harshly kneads her own breasts as she cries in pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

You carry on fucking Momo harshly as her body goes rigid, her back arching. Momo squeals loudly, her voice cutting off in favour of panting heavily as her orgasm washes over her. Her body writhes and trembles as you maintain your hard thrusts into her pussy, your thumb never leaving her clit. When Momo finds her voice back, she squeals through everything, her walls pulsating, squeezing your shaft tightly, almost painfully. You hold on strong through Momo’s orgasm, forcing yourself to fuck her to another one.

Momo has no time to relax after coming down from her high. You pound her sensitive pussy as she screams.

“Yes, yes, pound me, wreck me, make me cum, make me cum again, make me cum on your cock!”

Three hard thrusts is all Momo needs to once again orgasm, her body convulsing on the desk. This time, her legs jiggle as she writhes around, her eyes rolled back in her head as she lets her jaw fall slack. A line of drool runs down her cheek, but she ignores it, letting the trail of liquid drip. Again, you never stop your pounding of her—you’re chasing your own high.

“I’m close, Momo.”

“Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes, YES!”

Momo begins to babble as a result of the overstimulation. Wordless moans are all she can manage as you feel the tension in your loins reach the snapping point.

“Take my fucking load, Momo!”

Your balls tense as white explodes in your vision. Momo wraps her legs around your hips, ensuring you fill her cunt up with cum. Your muscles burn as you fuck shot after shot of semen deep into Momo, painting her fucked hole white. Momo whimpers and moans with every warm shot of cum deep into her, the thick seed overflowing from her cunt with every exit and entry. You lean over Momo, your arms on the table to support your weight and avoid crushing her.

Your withdrawal from Momo brings along a trail of pearly white semen leaking from her pussy. You stagger back, holding on to her desk for support as you try to regain your breath.

Your eyes meet Momo’s as she lies, spent.

“Happy birthday.”