Risk it - fling with Mei's secretary(?)

It doesn't take you long before you decide to throw caution to the wind. Living dangerously is your job description, after all. There's nobody around who you think might pose a remote threat, and South Korea is so constantly monitored by surveillance cameras, it starts to feel like your biggest concern is finding a private quickie location.

You snake your arm further down the secretary's waist and get a good grasp of her ass under her tight office dress. "Got somewhere in mind?" you whisper in her ear.

"Follow me," she purrs, and you let her yank you away by the wrist. Several turns and corridors later, you find that she's led you outside one of the sound engineering rooms. You take the initiative, pushing your way into the soundproofed room.

"I like the way you think," you smirk as the secretary locks the door behind you, and she immediately pulls you into a kiss. You push your tongue past her gloss-scented lips, making her mewl into your mouth as you tenderly taste her.

"We don't have a lot of time," she whimpers as you break for air. "I can't be seen gone for more than - ngh! - fifteen minutes."

"More than enough," you growl, giving her tight bum another grope. "Miss...?"

"Call me Ji-Hyun," she breathes, bringing her arms around your neck. You claim another kiss from her as your hands rise to her chest, but before you can massage her mounds she gently but firmly clasps her fingers around your knuckles. "Not now," the secretary pleads, and you nod. You'd still have opportunities to get properly acquainted when she doesn't have a need to look presentable. Instead you watch as she leans over to rest her palms against the padded wall, arcing her back as she obediently presents her backside to you.

"Do this often?" You remark, pulling up the hem of her business skirt.

"Just shut up and - ooooh!" A lick up her stocking-clad crotch soon quiets her, and tempted as you are to rip a hole in the flimsy material, you make do with reaching up her waist to expose her legs the old-fashioned way. A pair of simple black panties stands as your final barrier, and another lick confirms Ji-Hyun's liquid arousal on your tongue. You quickly disrobe in short order, aiming your primed weapon while a finger pries open the way to the secretary's sopping center.

Ensuring your other hand has Ji-Hyun's rump firmly secured, you plunge your length into her depths. Her drawn moan quickly skips a few octaves into a scream, but you don't give her the time to even breathe before you dive back in through her pleasantly tight tunnel. In and out, in and out, with the speed and ruthless efficiency of a machine gun, as she frantically shrieks a symphony for the room to hear.

"Ah - oooh! - I - sss - so - so BIG!"

Asian women are thought to have a tendency of being screechy during sex, and while there was some truth to the pornographic trope, you always preferred to think of it as being "earnest". There's something about turning a docile, professional or uptight lady into a simpering wreck under your ministrations, and while you can't see Ji-Hyun's face as tries to keep her balance against the wall, your imagination more than makes up for it. Askew glasses, fierce blush, tussled hair. You only wish you had more time to savor the moment, but you remain focused on the current mission at hand.

"I can't!" she suddenly squeals between bumps. "I can't - I ccc - !"

You feel her pussy ripple on your cock, and Ji-Hyun turns to putty right in front of you, dragging her fingers down the wall as she lets her upper body go limp. You ease her onto your lap to make sure she doesn't lose her balance, locking your rod deep into her trench. A couple shudders later, and you end up filling her depths, your joined position ensuring that you deposit your ammo as deeply inside her as possible.