You're experiencing the greatest ecstasy of your life, pinning your boss to her desk with your hard prick impaling her asshole, when you hear the thrum of your phone vibrating in the pocket of your pants while they're slung over the hard wood of Misato's desk.
"You can just ignore that," Misato says, moaning each word like a porn star's orgasm.
Still pounding her, you reach over and pull the phone out of the pocket so you can check the caller ID. You sigh and immediately pull out of Misato.
She also sighs in disappointment and goes limp over the surface of her desk.
"It's my girlfriend's sister," you say. "I'd better take it, just in case it's important."
She props her elbow on the desk and rests her chin in her hand to look over her shoulder at you, scowling in disappointment.
You answer your phone.
"Emma?"
"James!" she says, panic in her voice. "Can you hurry up and get over here right away?"
"What's wrong?" you say, starting to feel panicky yourself. "Is Gina okay?"
"I can't explain over the phone," Emma says. "Just hurry up and come over, okay?"
"I'll be right there," you say. "I'm sorry, Miss Katsuragi, but something just came up. I've got to go."
As you pull your pants back on, Misato continues posing up against her desk, sticking her ass out and trying to make it as tempting as possible. And doing a damn good job of it, too. Under other circumstances...
"Are you sure it can't wait, just five more minutes?" Misato purrs like a cat in heat.
"No," you say as you finish fastening your belt. "It's an emergency. But I hope we can continue this some other time."
You break several traffic laws and make it to Gina's house in no time.
You pound anxiously on the door.
"Gina?"
No response. You pound again.
"Emma?"
"Come in," her voice responds. "It's open."
You open the door and walk in to find Gina's older sister doing yoga in the middle of the living room.
She's a little chubbier than her younger sister, but with her curves in all the right places. The magenta spandex she's wearing leaves practically nothing to the imagination.
She's got big brown eyes, a wide nose, and incredibly full lips. She's got one toe stuck in the goth aesthetic, with makeup on her lips and around her eyes almost as dark as the hair in her long ponytail that goes all the way to her curvy ass, the end seeming to point right at it. Despite the goth make-up, the pony tail is held in place by a bubble gum pink hair clip.
She doesn't seem worried or concerned about anything after all. Now you're burning with anger not just from her making you worried about Gina for nothing but also for interrupting the best night of your life with Misato.
"Emma?" you say again, not hiding the anger in your voice.
"You're welcome," Emma replies calmly.
"You're welcome?" you repeat.
"For saving you from your boring job," Emma says. "Little sis told me your boss was making you stay late, so I gave you an excuse to get out of it."
If only she knew the kind of overtime you'd been doing was the exact opposite of boring.
"Where's Gina?" you asked.
"She was sitting around sulking about not knowing when she'd get to see you tonight," Emma said. "So I encouraged her to go out with her friends. Then I called you so we could have the whole house to our selves to... spend some quality time together."
Then she turned around and slowly walked away from you, swinging her hips with each step. The way that magenta spandex hugged her wide, jutting, perfectly round ass, you just couldn't stay mad at her. Or resist the temptation to follow her down that hallway and into her bedroom.
"James," she said, looking over her shoulder as she stuck her ass out towards you. "I need your opinion on something."
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