[START-579] The Harsh Lady Boss Was the Worst Creampie Bunny Girl in Japan! She Humiliated My Virgin Cock Endlessly at the Store and Office! Mahiro Yuino [8th Anniversary]

I can’t believe my luck. That cold, calculating bitch of a boss, Mahiro Yuino, the one who makes my life hell at the office every single day, is now my bunny girl for the night. And she knows it. She saw me walk into the shop, saw the shock on my face, and that cruel smirk spread across her lips. She didn’t miss a beat. ‘Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little virgin,’ she purred, her voice dripping with contempt. ‘Ready to finally learn what a real woman feels like?’ She led me to the back room, her hips swaying in that ridiculous costume, and I knew I was completely at her mercy.

She didn’t waste any time. She shoved me onto the bed, climbed on top, and started grinding against my pathetic, trembling cock. ‘Look at you, so hard for your boss,’ she hissed, her hand wrapping around my shaft. ‘You think this little thing can satisfy me? You’re going to cum before I even get started, aren’t you?’ She was right. I was already on the edge, my virgin dick twitching under her expert touch. She laughed, a cold, mocking sound, and then she guided me inside her. The feeling was overwhelming, tight and wet, and I knew I wouldn’t last. ‘Go on, cum for me,’ she whispered, her eyes boring into mine. ‘Fill your boss’s pussy with your worthless seed.’ And I did, exploding inside her with a pathetic whimper.

But she wasn’t done. She kept riding me, her hips moving in a relentless rhythm, milking every last drop from my spent cock. ‘You think one load is enough?’ she sneered. ‘I’m going to drain you dry tonight. You’ll be nothing but a quivering mess when I’m through.’ And she did. Again and again, she made me cum inside her, each time mocking my stamina, my inexperience, my virginity. By the end, I was a broken, sobbing wreck, my balls empty, my mind shattered. She stood up, not a hair out of place, and looked down at me with pure disdain. ‘Pathetic,’ she spat. ‘Now get dressed. We have work tomorrow.’ And she left me there, covered in our mixed fluids, knowing that from now on, every time I see her at the office, I’ll remember exactly how she owns me.