After you bought another company in South Korea, you decided to settle down there. You never thought you would become one of the richest men in the country, or the most lucky when it comes to girls. Especially one kind of girls: kpop idols.
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"Stop it already." You chuckle, making your co-worker's thighs quiver. Your warm breath makes her squirm in her seat. "I didn't have breakfast." "But-" Her voice is interrupted by a deep moan. Your tongue flicks against her clit, making it difficult for her to concentrate on the task at hand. "Why can't you eat breakfast like a normal person?" A long lick along her folds makes her pussy lips glisten with spit and her arousal. "I'm eating right now." You dive back into your first meal of the day. "You're supposed to eat food. Not pussy." Her thighs press against your head as you suck on her clit. It seems she likes it more than she can admit. When the two of you joined the company together, four years ago, you both had this sexual tension. It only took you a couple of weeks, before the two of you started to fuck everywhere. The bathroom, on your desk after everyone was gone, on her desk, on your boss's desk, even on set. But, who could blame you? With a woman like this?
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How could you not? Well, it all slowly came to a hold about a year ago. The two of you weren't able to see each other often, since you were positioned in different departments. And the minor inconvenience that she had a boyfriend. But as soon as she broke up with him, she was all over you again. You talked about the good old times. One thing let to another... And here you are. Kneeling under Bae Irene's desk, devouring her pussy like it's your last day on earth. "The boss is gonna be here soon." You don't answer, digging your fingers into the soft skin of her thighs.
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The two of you recently started working together, which means you are sitting in the same office. True to the older days, you both came in way too early. Which exposes the fact that Irene is currently putting up an act. You know that she would never miss out on an opportunity like this. "So sweet." You mumble between licks, making Irene cover her mouth with one hand. No one else is here, but it's better to be safe than sorry. "Have you always been this good?" "I've had years of practice, remember?" All the things you learned about her body seem like muscle memory to you. It has only been two weeks since the two of you got back at it again. And yet, Irene told you that you had sex more often than she had during the whole year, while she was in a relationship. "That naughty tongue of yours... Fuck!" Despite being older, Irene loves how you take care of her like this. Her pussy is dripping wet by now, the chair slowly starting to get stained. "10 more minutes. She is gonna be here by-oh god!" You interrupt her again. While your hands knead her full thighs, you suck on her clit, letting your tongue flick against it occasionally. "I don't take that long." Your cocky response makes Irene grin. She can't see you, but she reaches for your head, pushing your face further into her pussy. And before your boss comes in, Irene's body freezes in her chair. As if someone pressed the pause button. You can't see her face, but you know her eyes and mouth are wide open. A silent moan leaving her mouth, her back as straight as it can be. A moment later, she crashes down. Falling into the backrest, her legs quiver and shake. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" With one last sigh, her body calms itself. You have one last lick, making her flinch, before you wipe her juices off your face. Why would you eat pancakes or bread for breakfast, if you can just feast on this pussy?
