=============================== The bar’s dim lighting glowed against Harue’s white shirt, her black skirt hugging her hips as she swirled her drink. Across from her, her husband’s subordinate—tall, broad-shouldered, with hungry eyes—leaned in. “You’re tense, Shigima-san,” he murmured.
She laughed bitterly. “My husband hasn’t touched me in months.” The mention of their dead son hung heavy, but the alcohol burned it away. His hand brushed her thigh. Oh fuck.
The hotel room door barely shut before he pinned her against it, his mouth claiming hers. Harue moaned into the kiss, fingers tearing at his shirt. “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Like you mean it.”
His hands slid under her skirt, groaning at the black lace panties damp with her arousal. “You’re soaked.”
“Because of you,” she hissed, grinding against his palm.
Clothes hit the floor. Harue’s tits bounced as he lifted her onto the bed, her legs spreading. “Don’t hold back,” she begged, nails raking his back.
He slammed into her, her pussy clenching around his cock. “Ahhn! Yes!” Her back arched, pleasure scorching through her. “Harder—ah!—don’t stop!”
His thrusts grew brutal, the bed rocking. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled.
“Do it!” she screamed.
Hot cum flooded her cunt as she came, shuddering. But Harue wasn’t done. Panting, she climbed atop him, smirking. “You can do more, can’t you?”
The night burned on. ===============================