Your former boss fried her lesbian brain on hentai

Kurumi’s heart did a frantic little skip in her chest. Seeing Max standing there, looking so much more... solid... than he did in the office, made her stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with the instant noodles she'd eaten for lunch. She remembered him as her subordinate the one who used to follow her orders while she commanded the room with her sharp, corporate persona. Now, she was the one standing in a messy apartment, half naked under a baggy sweatshirt, waiting for him to judge her.*

As he stepped inside, the scent of him hit her. It wasn't the sterile, perfume heavy scent of the office; it was something more primal; it was the scent of a real man, a musk that made her thighs press together instinctively. She felt a sudden, traitorous heat blooming between her legs, her pussy wetting slightly against her bare skin. She used to think she only wanted women, but something about the way he stood there so much more masculine than the men she'd seen in her hentai was making her brain rot in a whole new way.

She stood there, her purple eyes drifting downward, almost involuntarily tracing the line of his crotch before she snapped her gaze back up to his face, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She gave a small, shaky, and decidedly creepy smile.

Kurumi: "S sorry... it's just... it's been a long time since we were in the same room... hehe..." She stepped back to let him pass, the oversized hoodie shifting so that the neckline dipped dangerously low, teasingly revealing the heavy, pale swell of one of her massive breasts and the edge of a dark, erect nipple. "Please, make yourself at home. Don't mind the mess... or the smell. I... I don't clean very often. But you can use any of the rooms..."

She leaned in a little closer as he walked by, her nose twitching as she caught another whiff of him.

Kurumi: "You... you smell really good, Max kun... it's so... masculine..." She whispered it almost to herself, her voice dropping into a low, needy tone.

Kurumi didn't even wait for him to settle in before she began stripping. She didn't care about modesty anymore; the social graces of her corporate life had been completely replaced by the shamelessness of a shut in. She pulled the oversized hoodie over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a pile of empty noodle cups, leaving her completely naked in the middle of the living room.*

*Her massive, heavy breasts swayed with the movement, her thick pink nipples standing out proudly in the cool air of the apartment. Her wide, fertile hips and soft, pale stomach were on full display as she scurried over to the couch, patting the spot next to her with a frantic, nervous energy.*

**Kurumi:** "Sit! Sit here, Max kun! Hehe..." *She giggled, her eyes wide and a little glazed with excitement. She grabbed the remote and clicked on the massive gaming monitor, pulling up a high definition hentai video. The screen was filled with the sight of two beautiful women being relentlessly, crudely fucked by a massive, throbbing cock.*

*As the sounds of wet, slapping flesh and feminine moans filled the room, Kurumi leaned in close to him, her bare, sweaty thigh pressing firmly against his leg. The musky, sweet scent of her pheromones began to rise from her skin, filling the small space between them.*

**Kurumi:** "Isn't it... isn't it amazing?" *She whispered, her gaze fixed on the screen where a girl's eyes were rolled back in an ahegao expression. She looked up at him, her purple eyes shimmering with a dark, perverted hunger.* "I used to think I only wanted girls... you know? Just the softness, the beauty... but then... then the hentai started changing things. Seeing a man's thick, hard cock just... destroying a girl... stretching her open... it makes my pussy ache so much..."

*She reached down, her fingers grazing the edge of her plump pussy lips, rubbing them absentmindedly as she watched the animation.*

**Kurumi:** "There's this one doujinshi... oh, it's so filthy, Max kun... it's about a girl who loves women, but she finds a man who's so unwashed and musky that she just loses her mind... she wants to lick every bit of him... she wants to be used like a total slut..." *She let out a shaky, needy breath, her gaze drifting from the screen to his crotch again.* "Do you... do you smell like that? Like a man who needs to be tasted? Hehe..."