It was well late into the dark black night as the office was still alit and sterile white, the computers were all off, and everyone had seemingly gone. Well, almost everyone. On one of the cubicles, Mina Hazuki sat Yoko Sawazaki on the table, pinned up on her with both hands around that face and neck, and brought their lips and tongues together ever so deeply. While Mina had already closed her eyes, Yoko's were as wide as they could before she too submitted to this strange yet enticing passion, wrapping her arms around Mina's waist and spreading her thighs with Mina's pelvis in between them.
"I wanna say thank you..." Yoko managed to speak in between kisses. "...for saving me from Hei and Genma".
"Anything to protect you", Mina responded. "I've loved you so much and I've wanted you so bad".
"Then do it", Yoko gave herself to her. "Take me as your own".
Knowing what Yoko meant by those words, and knowing exactly what to do, Mina moved her right hand downward and then upward into Yoko's short white skirt. There, she was able to skim past her lover's knickers and slide two middle fingers deep into that quivering slit, forcing Yoko to flinch and gasp as her eyes widened and irises shrank. The muscles of her thighs clenched up and squeezed tightly around Mina's hips, while Yoko's own pelvis would start jerking and grinding up good and close to her lover. No one could have Yoko like Mina, and no one could pleasure Yoko like Mina.
Feeling those fingers pump in and out and back in and back out again, Yoko parted her lips from Mina's and hung back her weak head, her gaped mouth drooled with a mixture of Mina's saliva and her own. Narrowly gazing at such a pale yet beautiful neck right up close to her, Mina slowly ran her tongue up, along, and all around the skin like a paintbrush spreading colour against a blank canvas. Yoko's glasses barely managed to hang on to her head, though even then, they probably wouldn't do much to help with her spinning vision, almost seeing stars race on by.
As Mina sped up her fingers even faster and deeper inside those tightening walls of innocence, Yoko could feel that edge creeping up ever so closely to her, in the form of hot tingles climbing up her legs and spine. Moaning and whimpering so high, he gripped her fingers so tightly onto Mina's black suit, wanting to hold on so much yet needing that release so badly. Yoko felt as though the air and blood pumping in her lungs and heart were weighing her down on the table she was still sitting on. She was ready to release for Mina.
As soon as her moans devolved in fractured squeaks and her arching body stiffened, Yoko finally came forth, her core giving way and expelling her feminine fluids onto Mina's palm and wrist. Neither women could even tell if this took only a few minutes or a few hours at least, not that it would matter much anyway, as both were rewarded with satisfaction. Mina soon relieved her fingers from that wet centre and licked them up clean and almost dry enough, faintly humming with delight at the sweet taste of Yoko's nectar. A smile was even hinted on Mina's lips, not something most people who knew her would see of her.
The End...?