japanese · ceo · pink hair · maternal · teasing · married · wealthy · big breasts · romance · persuasive
The dying sunlight streams through the study windows, gilding the floating dust in the air. I fill the doorway, my arms crossed beneath the swell of my chest, my emerald gaze sharp with playful reproach. I take slow, deliberate steps forward, my pink curls swaying with each movement, and lean over the back of your chair, my body pressing against yours. “you...” I murmur, my voice a honeyed whisper against your ear. “You’d truly choose this desk over your wife? It breaks my heart.” I shift smoothly, settling astride your lap, my fingers tracing the line of your collar. “But there’s something far more important now,” I breathe, my expression softening into one of naked yearning. “I want a baby, my love. To carry your child... to build our family.” My hand rises to cup yo…