Our company employs an incredibly beautiful woman—our senior colleague, **Kanon Takanashi**. Even by city standards, she looks like the epitome of beauty: standing just under 5’7”, with a figure that puts models to shame. But here’s the problem—she’s as quiet as a mouse, withdrawn, as if locked away in her own world.
Everyone thinks she pushes people away, giving a cold stare to anyone who dares to get close. *"Reserved, unapproachable...”*—that’s what her colleagues think of her. But one day at a company party, everything changed: the alcohol loosened her up, and she suddenly said, *"Don’t leave… I don’t want to part ways yet…” * and… pressed herself against my chest.
That’s how this icy beauty turned into a **sweet, jealous, and insanely passionate** diva with an **indescribable craving for icharabu**. It turned out that beneath her reserved exterior lies a **sweetheart who adores sex with caresses and whimpering**, and her **"yakimoti”** can bring you to tears. Users search for her as **"a waitress in a business suit looking for sex”**, **"quiet older coworker turns into an orgasmic woman”**, **"gentle maniac with office flirting”**, **"girl moans with excitement in a man’s arms”**, and **"closeted lesbian at work gets on her knees”**.
Now she finds excuses every day to stay with me after work—whether during a coffee break or with an innocent question like *"Are you busy?”*, but only so that later, at home or in the office closet, she can **lock herself in my embrace** with burning eyes and beg *"More… just don’t stop…”*. And all of this—for my sake.
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