Overtime, Over Time (ft. (G)I-DLE's Yuqi)

Another night, another bout of overtime.

You curse under your breath for the umpteenth time. Fuck your boss. Fuck the project. Fuck the deadline. And especially, fuck your boss.

You sink deeper into the leather couch of the meeting room you’ve made a home. A pillow and a blanket rest on the far end of the couch, the blanket draping over the armrest and half of it pooling on the ground. Empty takeout boxes and cup ramen containers lie astray on the meeting table, remnants left over from a depressing dinner. One other person sits at the table, hands clacking away at the keyboard of her laptop, though she occasionally stops to tap a few buttons of her mouse and sip on the coffee she has sitting dangerously near the edge of the table.

“Oi, catch.”

You raise a hand, catching the can of coffee thrown your way. You offer a two-fingered salute, and your companion for most nights returns you the same salute with a bright smile.

Ah, the only person that made the past two months bearable—Song Yuqi. This project wouldn’t have progressed half as good as it is right now if it weren’t for her. However, you’re glad she’s part of your duo for less professional reasons as well.

“Drink up, and back to grinding, my dude.”

“Thanks, Yuqi.” You crack open the can, and the cool coffee serves to replenish your energy, at least for the foreseeable future. You sigh at your laptop, the data and graphs starting to swim around the more you stare at them. In a fit of exasperation, you slam the laptop shut then throw it to the side.

You lean back on the sole source of physical comfort within the working space. The black leather couch is the best that the meeting room can offer, and you’ve taken up the spot. You close your eyes, imagining a perfect world where you’re on your bed at home, sleeping peacefully.

“Yah, don’t doze off on me, you bastard.”

You lazily raise your hand, then your head. Yuqi sits with her legs crossed, one atop the other. Her arm rests on the backrest of the chair, her head tilted to the right. She takes a sip of her own can of coffee, then pivots atop her chair to return to her laptop, her fingers clacking away once more.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The clock strikes 2am. You groan: your self-imposed five minute break is over. After you down the rest of the coffee, you fling the empty can into the trash.

“Fuck! Now I have to get back to work.”

“Relax, dude. Let’s just pick up some speed and maybe we’ll get some rest before tomorrow, yeah?”

“Fuck the old man. We’ve done the slides.. like 20 times, and the proposal somewhere around… 25, and of course he decides that the first half of both the slides and proposal have issues now. Why wouldn’t he say that the past four times he’s reviewed it?”

“Preaching to the choir, preaching to the choir. I’m just as done as you are. Come on, let’s just finish this quick and try to get some sleep.”

You focus your attention back to your laptop, as does Yuqi.

—–

Of course, your concentration doesn’t last for longer than fifteen minutes, not when it’s been blown to bits by exhaustion and frustration.

At five, you’re thinking of breakfast.

At ten, you’re thinking of what makes the food pyramid the way it is.

At fifteen, you’re shamelessly ogling your colleague. It’s amazing what a trip your brain can take when you let it go on autopilot.

You were contemplating just how much of a lie the food pyramid might be, and how fat you’d be after this project was over. Keyword being “were”, considering that you just happened to glance at movement from Yuqi. With a long sigh of relief, Yuqi raises her hands above her head and arches her back to stretch all her tense muscles. You don’t intend to stare, but the tension of Yuqi’s blouse over the curve of her chest absolutely mesmerizes you. Though she doesn’t have a big chest, you can clearly see the swell of her breasts and the cloth of her blouse smoothing out over the two mounds of flesh. You move your eyes down to her thighs, covered in a nice pair of beige pants. Oof, she’s just as thick as you remember. Your mouth dries, unable to tear yourself from the sight of her body.

And… now you have a boner. Fuck.

The “less than professional” reasons that you were happy to have Yuqi on the team come to the forefront of your mind. These could be listed down in three simple points.

Firstly, Yuqi’s physical attractiveness definitely is off the charts. The other guys in the office always say she’s pretty but not hot. Those guys lack eyeballs and might actually lack any mental activity. Yuqi is smoking hot. Sure, maybe she doesn’t have the biggest assets—calling her chest big would be generous, and you can’t really categorize her ass as “phat”, as the youths say. However, she is blessed with the sexiest thighs you’ve seen on a woman. She’s your version of what a supermodel should look like.

Secondly, Yuqi somehow exudes both masculinity and femininity in the best of ways. She’s grown to become a bit of a bro over the two months you’ve worked closely with her, and prior to that, she was always known to you as the “cool” one within your office. Over the year or so you’ve been her colleague, you’ve heard multiple other colleagues talk about her during her off days—riding horses, doing rock climbing, even going water skiing during a long break. She was always the go-getter during team building activities, and you definitely know why she does all the crazy shit you don’t dare dream of doing. You can’t help but see her as a senior to look up to.

However, you’ve also seen her feminine side come out when anything fashion is mentioned. Yuqi has talked your ear off once about dresses and skirts she liked, which you knew nothing about, of course, but she looked really cute enthusing about them. She even shows you photos of her wearing clothes she buys, and you shamefully just appreciate the eye candy she presents to you. Furthermore, she adores plushies, specifically giraffes. She’s never been happier buying a giraffe plushie, which you’ve seen first-hand at a team building session outside of the office. The unbridled joy she gets at collecting a “new fluffy friend”, as she calls them, is exceptionally adorable, and you're… well, smitten.

Finally, you have developed a bit of a crush on Yuqi. These two months, both of you have had the same shit takeout, slept horribly in the office together, got yelled at by the boss all the time, and were always working in the same room, lamenting shared issues with the boss, the workload, the stress. She is as tired as you are, though she tries her best to remain positive and perform the best she can with the project. To you, she already had a pristine image before this project, and now she might actually be the best girl ever.

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, and your vision draws back to Yuqi’s chest. However, your eyes flick up to hers, and you freeze when you meet her amused grin. You hurriedly return your gaze to the laptop, pretending to look at the slides.

“Yah. Pervert.”

Your heart threatens to pound out of your chest. You wonder if the ground could open you up and swallow you in right now. Maybe the gods could do you a solid?

“I know you’re looking at my boobs, man. Don’t try to act all innocent now.” Yuqi gets up then walks to you. She never stops grinning, and you prepare to be slapped. Maybe she’ll tell HR, or maybe you’ll be fired, exiled out of the country, and then burn in a fire pit after death.

Poke.

You turn to face Yuqi’s mischievous smile. She pokes you in the arm with her right finger, twisting it left and right to poke you even harder.

“Oi, I’m talking to you, dickhead. You think I’m hot, don’t you?”

You refuse to answer, unsure of whether she’s really going to snap after. You’re not really willing to push any more buttons of hers, if you have.

If you have any particular weaknesses, it’s tickling. You cannot stand being tickled. Yuqi knows this very well—she asked you once during a similar overtime session, and you ended up being tickled by Yuqi all over the meeting room. When Yuqi raises her hands, you know you’ve met your doom.

“HAHAHA—STOP! NO—STOP! HAHA STOP IT! STOP!”

“I won’t! Not until you answer my question!”

Yuqi straddles you, catching your flailing arms. She pins your arms down while her knees keep your legs trapped together, so that you’re unable to strike her. With one hand, she tickles your armpits, again, sending you into another laughing fit.

“STOP—NO, HAHAHA! STOP, I’LL TELL YOU, STOP! STOP! YES! YES, I THINK YOU’RE HOT! NOW STOP, PLEASE, PLEASE!”

Yuqi lets you go then, and both of you catch your breath at your positions. You close your eyes for a moment to let the adrenaline that courses through your veins slowly subsides. When you open your eyes, you’re met with a sweating, red-faced Yuqi. Her chest heaves with deep breaths, her position still unchanged—you remain trapped under her as she straddles you. Even without her weighing down on you, you can’t seem to move from your spot. Yuqi stares down at you, her eyes raking over your body, her expression unreadable.

“Hm, you’re not so bad looking yourself, you know that?”

Yuqi runs a finger down your chest, feeling the muscle on your lean body, as her eyes rake over you, and a slight hint of a smile lifts the edges of her lips. You’re definitely embarrassed now, having straight up admitted that you thought Yuqi herself was hot to her face. However, it’s not only embarrassment that causes your face to burn red—a wave of arousal washes over you at the sight you’ve wanted to see for a while: Yuqi straddling you.

Yuqi moves back, letting you move to sit up. Immediately, she’s crawling to you, her face dangerously close to yours. You can feel her hot breath against your lips, her eyes flickering between your eyes and those same lips. The neckline of her blouse falls a little which reveals a bit of skin—just maybe a centimetre more, but with the tension in the room, she might as well have stripped. She’s so close—way too close even. The drumming of your heart is all you can hear, the heat rising off your body the only sensation your body can register. Yuqi’s sultry grin elicits a gasp from you.

“Lucky for you, I think you’re hot too.”

You’ve never been this aroused all your life. You wish with all your heart that something happens. Something. Anything to break the tension.

Yuqi closes the gap.

Her lips crash into you forcefully, the kiss urgent and needy. The power she uses to knock you back sends you against the armrest of the couch, and she moves in close, pushing herself flush against your body. Her warmth emanates through her clothing, and the weight and softness of her body against yours sends across jolts of electricity. The bitter taste of canned coffee on Yuqi’s lips only intoxicates you. The professionals were right—caffeine is an addictive drug, but they’ve never tasted that same drug delivered to their system through the kiss of a goddess. You’re definitely addicted, but you’re not sure if it’s addiction to the coffee or to said goddess.

Yuqi breaks the kiss first, both of you panting for air. Her eyes are glossed over, but at the sight of you, her eyes darken in lust. You each lunge for the other, and lips collide once more. Yuqi grabs the back of your head, the force driving your lips harder against her own, the kiss deeper than before. Her other hand rests on your back with a strong grip of her fingers for stability. However, she doesn’t remain idle—she lowers herself to you to grind herself against your crotch. Your bulge comes into contact with her, and she moans into the kiss, grinding down harder against you. Even though all that clothing, the slow friction feels divine. Finally, some sense of release through all that tension.

You know how much of a go-getter Yuqi is. She definitely demonstrates that—her tongue is already swiping at your lips, wanting access to you. When you open your mouth, Yuqi’s tongue swirls around yours. Her vocalization of her pleasure never ceases throughout. The delicious friction of cloth against cloth, arousal against arousal mixes with the lewd slurps of a torrid kiss, professionalism lost in the conflagration of lust, stress, and relief. Whatever urge to sleep washes away under the effect of Yuqi’s caffeinated kisses as her tongue against yours is enough to energize you for the rest of the night.

This time, you break the kiss. You leave peck after peck down from the corner of Yuqi’s lips to her jawline, then to her neck. When your lips land on the curvature of her skin towards her shoulders, you nip at her with your teeth then kiss it immediately to soothe the pain. Yuqi hisses with pleasure as you work on marking her skin. You proceed to grind back against Yuqi—an attempt at reciprocation for the pleasure she sends up your spine with her actions.

“Stop.”

You immediately freeze. Yuqi’s hand runs from the back of your head to your left cheek which she caresses with her thumb. She meets your gaze as she reaches back with her other hand. With a snap, her ponytail falls apart, the hair tie flung to the floor, immediately forgotten. Yuqi shakes her head to arrange the now cascading hair into a somewhat neat style. Her fingers never stop caressing your cheek.

“We both think the other’s hot. We’re both stressed. What do you say to a good fuck, right here, right now?”

You dumbly nod, disbelief flooding your senses.

Both of her hands shift at the same time to land on your shoulders. She never stops staring into your eyes. Black meets dark brown with matching intensity. Yuqi’s breath tickles your lips as she whispers the three hottest phrases you’ve ever heard.

“Strip me. Touch me. Then, fuck me.”

The next few moments are a blur. In an instant, both you and Yuqi are tearing clothes off each other. Yuqi’s blouse lies abandoned on the floor, as does her undershirt. Her pants and shoes sit at the corner of the couch in a jumbled mess, her panties flung to a corner of the room. Similarly, your clothing is strewn over the couch.

You kneel in front of the meeting table. Yuqi sits atop the surface, her legs spread wide open as one of her hands grip your hair. Her moans echo around the meeting room, mixed in with the obscene noises of your mouth on her puffy cunt. Your tongue glides in and out of her slippery walls as Yuqi’s free hand plays with her clit. Underneath the table, you jerk yourself to alleviate some pressure on yourself as well. Yuqi tastes a little sour but you ignore it, knowing how natural it is. After all, you’re getting the opportunity to taste and fuck the hottest girl in the world, so nothing is short of perfect right now.

“Fuck, your tongue feels so good in my pussy, shit…”

Yuqi moans repeatedly, her head thrown back and her back arched. Her laptop and her half-finished can of coffee are pushed to the far side of the table. Work is no longer on anyone’s mind—sex is what the both of you needed.

Yuqi’s juices coat your tongue. Whatever effect the coffee has on you is bolstered by the taste of Yuqi, and the sinful moans she releases sends pleasure shooting straight to your shaft.

“You taste so good, Yuqi, damn.”

“As I should.”

You draw away from her pussy, a groan of displeasure simultaneously extracted from her lips. That groan morphs into one of pleasure when you move her hand away from her clit, wrapping your lips around the bud, and Yuqi’s hips buck into your face when you kiss the bundle of nerves, tongue reaching out to lap at it. To give your other hand below and pleasure Yuqi more, you slide your middle finger into her pussy.

“Shit, shit! Fuck, that feels so good, fuck!”

In tandem, you curl your finger and lick Yuqi’s clit. Yuqi releases a string of wordless moans as she removes her hand from your head, opting to fondle her own chest instead. She reaches her other hand behind her and sets down her elbow for support as she rolls a nipple between her fingers.

You choose to insert one more finger. This time, you have a clear goal in mind—you want Yuqi to orgasm. With that thought, you knead her right thigh with your other hand as you curl both fingers within her once more, searching for that sweet spot.

“Oh FUCK! There, fuck, FUCK!”

Found it.

Your lips wrap around Yuqi’s clit, giving her a deep suck. At the same time, you focus your efforts on striking Yuqi’s G-spot. You put in all the effort you can in pushing Yuqi towards the edge, knowing that the reward Yuqi can offer at the end will definitely be worth the work.

“Your fingers feel so good, oh my God, yes… Eat me, eat me until I cum!”

Yuqi’s pussy gets tighter around your fingers, and you know she’s close. Your cock twitches hard, precum flowing out of the slit. At this point, you’re absolutely sure you’re dripping on the ground, with how pent up you are. However, that doesn’t matter right now—what does is the goddess on her throne, commanding your worship.

“I’m close, oh my God, I’m close. I’m gonna cum on your face, I’m gonna cum on your face!”

With a deep growl, Yuqi’s pussy contracts hard. A gush of liquid sprays all over your face as she trembles on the table, her legs shaking as she rides out her intense orgasm. You immediately retract your fingers from within her then move them to rub her clit and prolong her orgasm. Your mouth wraps around Yuqi’s cunt, greedily drinking in whatever fluids Yuqi releases. Right now, there is no other thought more coherent than the pure desire to drink in Yuqi’s essence. Whatever doesn’t make it into your mouth runs down your chin to the floor. A small puddle of Yuqi’s squirt pools on the floor while Yuqi fires stream after stream of her release into your open, waiting mouth.

When you rise from your worship of Yuqi, she rests on both elbows atop the table. Her immaculate hair is matted with sweat, her eyes dark and heavy. Trails of sweat drip down her body and glide over the now blemished skin of her neck, down to the creamy expanse of her torso. Your cock twitches once more, cloudy precum dripping from the tip to the floor. Yuqi’s lust multiplies tenfold at the sight.

Yuqi grabs your wrist, pulling your hand to her lips as her tongue darts out and laps at your middle and ring fingers. She hums at the taste of herself on your finger before she wraps her lips around both digits while her tongue swirls to clean you up.

After your fingers are released from her mouth with a kiss to your fingertips, she levels her gaze to your eyes. The brown of her eyes burns with an intense desire, and with her deep voice, made raspier by her arousal, she commands you with two simple words.

“Fuck me.”

Upon Yuqi’s orders, you line yourself up and penetrate her upon her nod of consent. Your first few thrusts are slow and soft, but Yuqi would have none of it. She moves in close, her lips brushing yours for a chaste kiss. Her breath intermingles with yours as her lustful eyes match your stare.

“I told you to fuck me, not to try me out. Use me. Wreck me. Fuck me. Is that clear?”

Yuqi’s tight pussy grips your cock hard so that every thrust in and out of her feels like heaven. You lean in for another torrid kiss as you fuck Yuqi hard atop the table. Yuqi sits straight up, leaning slightly back with your arm looped behind her to support her. You stand at the edge of the table, your bodies flushed together in the most sinful of ways.

Now, Yuqi wraps her arms around you, under yours. She reaches for the back of your head once more, pulling you into the kiss. A hand of yours kneads her left breast, feeling the supple flesh, the smooth skin under your palm. Yuqi moans with every thrust into her. Her nails dig into your back as an outlet for her pleasure.

“So tight, fuck!”

“And you’re so fucking big, so warm in me, ah!”

You harshly pull Yuqi to you, diving to mark her neck once more. You begin nipping above the last love bite you left on her, marking her once more. When you nibble on her skin, Yuqi hisses, her nails stab painfully into the skin on your back and scalp, and her moans escape loud and unfiltered against your ear. The slick that leaks from her with every exit of your shaft drips down her skin and onto the table. A pool of her juices forms beneath her, and some of it drips down to the floor, joining her earlier release.

“You fuck me so well, oh God, fuck!”

You decide to respond to her with action instead. You fuck her harder, only pulling out half of your shaft instead of all of it, then plunging it back into the depths of her slick cunt. Your shaft rocks her body with short, forceful thrusts, as her moans increase in volume and you groan at how tight her cunt is, almost painfully so. The intense friction of your shaft against her walls pushes you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Yuqi, I don’t think… I don’t think I’ll last much longer.”

“That’s fine. Cum inside me. Fuck me until you fill me with cum.”

With Yuqi’s explicit permission to finish in her, you push Yuqi over so she lies on her back, then pull her legs up so her calves rest over your shoulders. You begin to shift from steady pumping to a hard fucking, grunting with each meeting of your pelvis to hers. In response, Yuqi moans gutturally while slick leaks generously from her pussy and lubricates your shaft even more. Her walls clench around your shaft with every entry. Your arms are planted on the table to support yourself as you lean over her.

Yuqi seizes this opportunity that you present to her. Her core muscles flex as she pushes herself up to meet you in another openmouthed kiss. Instantly, your arms react to support her body, your tongues duelling as both of you reach the home stretch of your intense copulation. One arm supports yourself and Yuqi, while the other harshly kneads her breast again. Yuqi’s hands aren’t idle either—one reaches down to your hot connection, her fingers working her own clit. The other hand grabs the back of your neck, ensuring both of you stay connected through your tongues as well.

The crude sounds of your pelvis meeting Yuqi’s ass, mixed with the slurps of your intense makeout session fill the meeting room. Both of you are close—the knot in your stomach is close to breaking, and Yuqi’s walls pulsate and varnish your cock with cream. Though she breaks the kiss, she writhes atop the table and lets out deep, raspy moans with her fingers that furiously rub her clit.

“I’m close. Cum with me.”

You grunt and nod. Your abs burn with the force you use to rock Yuqi’s world. Within seconds, you’re right at the edge. “Fuck, Yuqi, I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too, fuck! Cum in me!”

Immediately, all you see is white. White hot pleasure explodes across all of your senses, the sudden eruption too much for your body to process. Rope after rope of thick semen fires into Yuqi’s pussy, deep into her womb, as your cock spasms with each spurt of thick cum into her tight walls. The tension of the past few minutes dissipates with each pulse of your cum into Yuqi’s orgasming body.

Yuqi follows you into orgasm right as your first spurt fires deep into her. Though her body goes rigid for a blink of an eye, the tension releases: atop the table, legs tremble, back arches, moans escape her mouth, and eyes roll back. Her orgasm is paired with a physical discharge of her juices, and she sprays all over your abs and down her ass, making a mess of the table and the floor. Yuqi’s body shakes with every pulse of cum deep into her hole while her juices shower you in staccato bursts and drench your body as a reward for your hard work.

Your withdrawal from Yuqi is met with some resistance. Yuqi’s nether lips refuse to let your shaft go, and it requires considerable effort to extract yourself from her cunt. When the tip of your cock appears, a trail of thick semen, pearly white in colour, flows from her fucked hole, runs down her skin, and joins the mess on the table. Yuqi’s hand on her clit moves to collect the leaking semen, then she spreads her vulva to stick two fingers into herself. When she extracts her fingers, sticky white semen coats both digits and drips off the tips before she places both fingers into her mouth for a taste of you.

“You came so much.”

“Oh, um… Sorry.”

“What’re you apologizing for? I loved it. I love it when the guy I fuck creampies me.” Yuqi sits up while she licks the remnants of you off her fingers. “You taste good.”

Her vulgar language sends a jolt of pleasure to your still erect cock. It twitches in response, and Yuqi doesn’t miss the slight action. She swipes her hair back with her free hand, wiping her sweat off her brow simultaneously. With a few swift movements, she arranges her messy hair into a nearly presentable style, then she glances at you again.

“Come. I’m not done with you.” Yuqi hops off the table. She reaches for your wrist and leads you to the sofa you were sitting on earlier. Your confusion appears to be visible on your face, and Yuqi giggles as she looks at you.

“What, you thought I’d get you to fuck me and have you only fuck me once?”

“Er… yeah?”

Yuqi laughs, squeezing your wrist. She leans in to give you a peck on your cheek.

“You’re really cute, you know that? No, of course I’m not gonna just let you fuck me once. I’ve finally got you where I want you, and you think I’m gonna let you go like that?”

You just stare at Yuqi, unsure of what she means. She sighs, but the grin on her face never subsides.

“I’m not done with you.”

Yuqi turns her back to you and kneels on the soft cushions of the couch. You stare at her hips and ass, taking in Yuqi’s slim body. The curves of her body are extremely appealing, and her bare back exposed like that drives you crazy. Yuqi is beautiful, so beautiful. The corgi tattoo on her shoulder permanently inked on her skin draws your gaze, and you smile at the sight. It’s such a Yuqi thing to put on herself. It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, but you always smile knowing it’s there.

"I’m beautiful, am I not?”

“Yes.”

“Then show me how you feel. Fuck me from the back. Hard.”

Who are you to disobey when your new instructions are definitely the easiest to follow?

Your hands grip Yuqi’s hips, and with one slow thrust, you bury your shaft into Yuqi once more. Without waiting, you begin to rock her body with hard thrusts just as she requested earlier.

“Oh God, yes. That’s right, that's… that’s what I want. A fucking.”

Yuqi is definitely more turned on than she was earlier. With every thrust, a mixture of semen and slick drips onto the couch, the trail of fluid sullying the gleam of the leather. Her walls are tighter, wetter, and they flutter around your shaft. You curse at the tight squeeze.

“Fuck, Yuqi, you’re so fucking tight, so fucking good.”

“Shit! Shit! Yes, yes, fuck me, just like that, oh! You’re stretching me out so well, fuck, so big, ah!”

Having already pounded Yuqi to an orgasm earlier, you know she can take another. With that thought in mind, you grab Yuqi’s hips to pull her into your thrusts. You keep each plunge short and hard, the claps of your bodies meeting in the act of intense coitus almost deafening. Her walls grip you tightly in spite of the substantial amount of lubrication. Each thrust into her sends pleasure flaring up your spine, the knot in your loins getting tighter and tighter. Bursts of pleasure course through your veins with each move you make. You’re close.

“Fuck, I'm—!”

The first burst of semen from your second orgasm fires deep into Yuqi as your thrusts lose rhythm. At the same time, Yuqi’s moans cut as she squeals, and her pussy releases another gush of fluid. Her hips buck hard and her body arches before she limply falls over the sofa through the second orgasm that wrecks her body. Pulse after pulse of your payload is delivered deep into Yuqi once more while she cums on your cock, loud moans from the both of you intermingling in the air.

You collapse on the couch beside Yuqi after pulling out. Sweat runs down both your bodies, hair sticking to skin, trails of fluid running down, droplets all over leather. Yuqi turns to you, whispering in your ear.

“I’m still not done with you, y'know?”

“What?”

“I want one more. Come.”

Yuqi pulls you up, leading you across to the boss’ office. With a push, the door just slides open.

“I knew he doesn’t lock his shit. Go.”

Another push sends you landing onto the chair your boss sits on. The chair that he thinks of as a throne—a throne to display his power, his “ expert knowledge”, his will. Yuqi straddles your lap, gripping your shaft and coaxing it back to life with her hands. As her fingers deftly work her efforts on you, she reveals her plan.

“I’m going to fuck you one more time, right where he always sits. Let’s fuck his place up for all the shit of ours that he fucked up.”

With that line, she gets up, lining you up with her hole. A beat, and Yuqi impales herself hard on your shaft.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, that feels so good!”

Yuqi wastes no time. She lifts herself up, leaving only your tip in her before slamming herself down on your shaft again. Her lips crash against yours, moans filling your boss’ office as you partake in the pleasure derived from the other’s flesh. Even after pumping two loads of cum deep into Yuqi, you still wanted more, as did she.

Yuqi grinds herself down hard on your shaft, opting to engage in a hot makeout session. Your lips and tongue are all over her—lips, neck, shoulders, collarbones, breasts, nipples. Worship her body, please the Goddess just the way she wants her loyal devotee to.

“Yuqi, fuck, you’re still so fucking tight.”

Yuqi doesn’t respond as she grips your shoulders, the sex quick and hard. Not more than half your shaft exits her before she sinks down again, wordless groans of pleasure escaping her lips. You’re no better off either, only able to hold onto her hips and pull her down on your shaft. Yuqi fucks herself hard on your cock, desperately chasing her orgasm.

“Shit, I’m not gonna hold much longer.”

“Me too.”

Having enjoyed two orgasms, both you and Yuqi are sensitive messes. You can feel how slick Yuqi’s pussy is, from the mixture of semen and her juices coating your shaft. Each thrust almost feels too smooth, and you groan loudly with every brush of her walls against the underside of your shaft.

“Give me a moment.”

Yuqi lifts herself off your shaft. She turns around and straddles your legs again, lifting your cock to line up with her pussy again. She sinks herself on it once more, fucking herself just as hard as earlier. Now, you get to watch Yuqi’s delicious ass ripple and the muscles on her back flex with every bounce of her body atop your cock. Yuqi rests her elbows on the desk, her head thrown back, hair falling over her shoulders. Her raspy moans pair up with every wet clap of flesh against flesh. You knead her ass while she works herself and you to the final crescendo.

“I’m gonna cum soon, fuck, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard on your cock. I’m gonna fucking squirt on that hard cock!”

“Shit, I’m gonna cum too!”

“In me, one last time!”

Yuqi only manages to last three bounces before she cums.

“Oh, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!”

Yuqi’s release explodes all over your thighs as she fucks herself through her orgasm. Her pulsating walls tighten and loosen around your shaft, the intense sensations pushing you over the edge as well. With every bounce of Yuqi atop your cock, violent bursts of squirt spray all over your thighs and the floor while rope after rope of thick cum paints her cunt white, shooting deep into her womb one more time. Yuqi’s groans never cease as she cums—her voice gets more raspy and deep, in fact—and her body quivers throughout. You hold onto her hips as the both of you enjoy your respective orgasms.

When Yuqi finally calms, she rises. Your softening cock exits her with a loud ‘plop’, a few drops of semen dripping out of her hole after. She gets off you, extending a hand to help you up from the chair.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fuck you, boss.”

You chuckle at her smug expression. Yuqi is super cute.

“Yah, Pervert. When this is over, you and I, we’re going out for dinner.”

“What?”

“I think you’re cute too, idiot. Let’s really get to know each other or something.”

You must look like a fish, because Yuqi just laughs at your reaction. All you can do is gasp and try to find words that escape your grasp.

“See, you’re cute. Let’s get cleaned up and finish this shit once and for all.”