Fumiko rode Emi's face

“Your turn,” Emi whispered, her voice trembling as she broke off the kiss.

Fumiko's eyes widened in surprise, but then they narrowed as she felt the desire rise up through her. For a moment, Emi thought she saw something else there, the symbol, inside her coworker's eyes, but in a flash it was gone. Fumiko smiled and stripped off the last of her clothes, making herself completely naked before she moved up Emi's body. Emi moved onto hed back, preparing for her coworker to lower herself down on her face. She couldn't wait to taste Fumiko's juices again.

To her surprise, Fumiko turned so that she was facing Emi's body before she spread her legs on either side of Emi's head. Emi raised her hands up, touching Fumiko's hard, athletic stomach before hooking her hands around her curvy hips. She loved the feeling of Fumiko's weight on her face and licked upward, taking as much of her coworker's juices into her mouth. As she sucked Fumiko's labia into her mouth, she felt her coworker's hands exploring her body.

As she sucked down, stretching Fumiko's labia, she felt the sudden, pleasurably feeling of Fumiko's fingers entering her pussy. She moaned into Fumiko's pussy, letting the vibrations trace up into her coworker's groin, and relaxed into the feeling of Fumiko opening her up, releasing her heat. She could tell that Fumiko was using two hands to pleasure her, putting pressure on her clit while also exploring her opening. Spreading her legs, she allowed Fumiko greater access as she opened her mouth to spread her tongue across her coworker's slit.

Fumiko moaned in response and began moving her hips, using all her hip and back muscles to gyrate her lower body on Emi's face. Emi was impressed by Fumiko's abilities, a sign that she knew how to manipulate all her muscles and had kept them in good condition. Emi opened her mouth more and moved her head in time with her coworker, making sure that she covered the entirety of her pussy as Fumiko pressed her body down into her face. Feeling Fumiko's fingers pressing into her, finding her g-spot, Emi moaned but the sound was muffled by her coworker's body.

Emi felt Fumiko arch her back, her lower half still moving and gyrating, but she knew that her coworker was getting close to another orgasm. Her own orgasm was building as Fumiko began to make circles on her g-spot while simultaneously kneading her clit. Emi squeezed Fumiko's ass as she pressed her face into her coworker's pussy, putting pressure on her sensitive points and allowing her tongue to stretch out and curl over Fumiko's clit. She heard her coworker moaning loading into the empty library, and knew she was right.

"I'm-" Fumiko started.

Emi knew that she was close and flexed her biceps to pull Fumiko into her face even harder. She could feel her own orgasm building, reaching a crescendo that was likely to hit the same time as Fumiko's. She lifted her hips, ready for it to wash over her.

WARNING: Choosing the Ichiro option takes this story down an **** path.