Emi accepted Fumiko's subservience

Looking down at Fumiko, Emi looked at the woman's exposed chest, her shoulders pulled back in a position that made Emi know that she was fully in control of what happened next. She smirked playfully, and took one step toward Fumiko.

"Take off your pants," Emi said.

Fumiko did as she command, hooking her thumbs under the elastic waistband of the yoga pants and pulled them down. As she did, she leaned up, allowing it to pass over her ample ass. Emi watch with sensual desire as Fumiko moved to pull her pants down her legs, giving Emi a good look at the black, lacy panties she was wearing. Despite not knowing that she was going to be meeting Emi, Fumiko had prepared to be sexy for someone, or, and this was much more likely, she liked feeling sensual as she worked out.

"Panties too," Emi commanded as Fumiko's pants cleared her running shoes.

Fumiko looked up at Emi and this time, she gave her a sensual look of subservience, clearly enjoying the control Emi had over her. She slid her legs around to point them toward Emi and slowly, almost seductively, slid her panties down her legs. Something about the movements made Emi realize that Fumiko must have learned the technique during her days doing adult modeling. It seemed as though Fumiko may have done more than just model in the nude, perhaps dancing or likely just working at a host club or snack. Either way, Fumiko removed her panties expertly, arching her hips forward as she slid them past her hips, revealing the messy wetness Emi had made with her fingers.

"Good girl," Emi said as soon as Fumiko tossed her panties to the side.

Fumiko stretched like a cat, exposing every inch of skin to Emi, clearly reacting to the words. It was obvious that she loved how much Emi was enjoying her, and Emi smiled in response. Stepping purposely toward her coworker, Emi listened as her shoes clacked on the floor meaningfully as she closed the distance.

Once she reached Fumiko, Emi leaned down to take a tongue full of Fumiko's fluids. Once she lapped up some of Fumiko's fluids, she began crawling up her coworker's body seductively. Their eyes locked as she came slowly, and she could feel Fumiko's desire growing. When she finally reached Fumiko's face, her coworker leaned up to kiss her, opening her mouth to accept Emi's tongue, coated as it was in Fumiko's own fluids. As they kissed, Emi could feel that Fumiko was submitting to her, becoming her woman.