The neon glow of the soapland bathed Mitsurugi’s curvy frame as she adjusted her swimsuit, her massive tits barely contained, her hairy pussy already wet with anticipation.  

She’d been the perfect secretary at Tateen Corporation, but tonight, in this masochistic den, she was a slut craving cock.  She smirked as she led her coworker Haruto into the smoky room. Her ahegao eyes sparkled as she fell to her knees, ripped off his pants, and swallowed his throbbing dick in a careless blow, gagging as spit fell down her chin. Mitsurugi’s big boobs bounced as she shoved them around his shaft for a paizuri, her moans echoing when he exploded, a hot facial coating her lips, only for Nagihara, her refined co-worker, to barge in, her own pussy dripping through her lingerie, ready to join the filthy harem.
Nagihara didn't hold back, stripping to show her big breasts and cradling Haruto's face while grinding her wet cunt against his tongue. Her screams rattled the walls as he took in her juices. Mitsurugi, not one to share easily, climbed onto Haruto’s cock, her tight pussy slamming down, X-ray pulses showing his dick stretching her insides, her orgasm hitting hard as a creampie flooded her womb, cum leaking onto the tiled floor.  

Clients peered through the curtains as Nagihara's fingers plunged into Mitsurugi's own pussy, masturbating to the sight of her sweaty, cum-soaked body. The public atmosphere of the soapland turned up the heat. When Nagihara licked Mitsurugi's tits with a depraved kiss that made Haruto's cock twitch for more, the milfs' yuri lust was stoked. While Nagihara's big boobs covered his face and her pussy squirted as she came back, Mitsurugi's ass took a beating from Haruto as he fucked her raw, the condom long since forgotten. They moved to the hallway, where the open layout of the soapland fueled their exhibitionist kink. Mitsurugi's groans drew a crowd as Haruto's cock switched between their holes and splashed Nagihara's cunt with his final creampie. Their bodies were slick with sweat and cum, and Mitsurugi's whispered "See you tomorrow" promised more masochistic, soapland-fueled debauchery. The air smelled of sex and chlorine. This was more than just a job; it was a filthy, sexual escape for them.