Emi's hand slid into Fumiko's pants

As Fumiko bit her neck, Emi slid her right hand downward along Fumiko's hard, athletic stomach until they reached the edge of her yoga pants. Pressing inward toward Fumiko's skin, Emi's fingers delved under the elastic band. She felt the band of Fumiko's panties on her fingertips and she was surprised to feel how lacy they were. Pressing a little more, Emi felt the band pass over her fingertips. Emi was pleased to feel the soft, hairless skin under her fingertips, and as she reached Fumiko's folds, she felt the slick feeling of the woman's excitement before she felt the heat.

As Emi's fingers began to run between Fumiko's labia, opening her folds and then coming up to tease her clit, Fumiko tensed. After Emi's fingers rubbed circles around her clit before putting pressure on her coworker's button, Fumiko arched her back moaned with her mouth wide open. Her body trembled under Emi's touch, and Emi could sense that Fumiko was feeling the same sense of desire that she'd had just moments before.

"Oooh," Fumiko's moan quivered in Emi's ear.

Emi smiled to herself as she used three fingers to spread Fumiko open inside her pants. She could feel the woman dripping into her palm as her fingers stroked the slickness of her labia a few times before finding Fumiko's opening. As Emi slid her middle finger into her coworker's opening, Fumiko's hands wrapped around Emi's back and curled into claws. She squeaked unconsciously and then moaned deeply as Emi's fingers made their way all the way in.

Fumiko grabbed Emi's head and pulled her into her exposed breasts as Emi inserted a second finger and curled both, finding Fumiko's g-spot immediately. Emi was pleased to discover that Fumiko was gifted with a G-spot very close to her opening, and she curled her finger to brush against it, causing Fumiko to writhe and move in response. Emi listened to the **** sounds oozing out of Fumiko as she toyed with her and pressed her palm against Fumiko's pubis in response, putting pressure on her clit softly.

Fumiko gasped and placed her left hand on Emi's shoulder, digging her fingertips. Emi felt a strange feeling of dominance and began sliding her fingers in and out of Fumiko's opening, dragging her fingertips across Fumiko's g-spot as she did, making sure to touch it both entering and exiting. Fumiko began to tremble in response, and Emi knew that the woman's orgasm was building. Increasing speed, Fumiko's body began to respond to her touch, bucking and moving wildly. Using her left thumb, Emi stroked Fumiko's nipple, causing her to quake and moan in response.

"I want you to cum for me, Fumi," Emi said.

"Emi-" Fumiko squealed.

Moving her palm off Fumiko's pubis, Emi extended her thumb and began making circles on Fumiko's clit. Fumiko's legs buckled, but she regained herself, keeping herself from falling to the floor. Emi moved with her, ready to slink to the floor with her lover, but was impressed by Fumiko's athleticism. Throughout the whole motion, she continued to pull and push her fingers into Fumiko's tight, dripping opening. As Emi increased speed, Fumiko buckled again but remained standing, her legs quivering wildly in response.

"Be a good girl-" Emi began.

As soon as the words "good girl" left Emi's lips, Fumiko's orgasm hit her. A pleasured scream left her lips and she raised onto her toes. Her whole body quivered and Emi felt Fumiko's hand go to her upper arm as squeeze. Some part of it felt like she was trying to stop Emi from continuing, but another part felt like an instinctive reaction to the intense feeling washing through her. Fumiko's hips also moved in circles, gyrating on Emi's fingers, and it felt like she was trying to buck Emi out of her, like an animal trying to escape, but Emi did not remove her fingers. She pushed through, keeping the contact with her coworker until it all subsided.

As it did, Fumiko's legs finally gave out and Emi let the girl fall to the floor. As her hand slipped from Fumiko's pants, she looked down at it to see the thick liquid on her fingers. The smell was intoxicating and as she watched Fumiko fall to her knees, panting heavily, she held her hands up to the light to watch how the sticky substance made webs between her fingers.

"Ara ara," Emi said. "What is this? Fumi, you naughty girl."

Looking down at her coworker, she saw Fumiko blush but look up at her with deep, seductive eyes. Emi could tell her coworker wanted more, so much more, and in response, Emi slowly licked Fumiko's juices off her fingers. Fumiko watched, breathing heavily, until Emi had completely cleaned her fingers of Fumiko's fluids. She then straightened herself and sat back on her heels, stretching her chest as if to offer herself to Emi in full submission.