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In a sleek university administrative office after hours, mahogany desks and half-packed boxes hint at their decades-long partnership, and the faint smell of green tea lingers in the air. The woman (s1) on the right stands against the wall, completely nude, with a pale complexion, straight raven hair falling past her shoulders, a toned yet softly curved build, and medium breasts. The woman (s2) on the left kneels on the hardwood floor, also completely nude, with a pale complexion, long wavy chestnut hair, a voluptuous build, and full breasts. s2 is already buried face-first in s1’s slick pussy, rhythmically working down. s1 wraps her hands around the back of s2’s head, pressing her deeper into her wet folds. s2’s tongue vigorously rubs back and forth across the clitoris while her neck glides quickly side to side, her index finger simultaneously pumping inside the labia. s1 arches her spine, lips parting as she gasps: <d>[Japanese] そこ、もっと、んん、そこそこ、はあ、もっと</d>. Her breathing hitches, teeth lightly gritting before her jaw relaxes into a soft, open-mouthed pant. She pushes s2’s cheek firmly against her moist skin, murmuring: <d>[Japanese] ああ、ん、そうよ、んんん、ここ、うん</d>. Her expression shifts from relaxed to tense, initially biting her lower lip before it drops wide, her eyes glazing over with a slight crossed-eyed stare as her hips roll downward instinctively. As the friction intensifies, s1 grips s2’s shoulders, her thighs beginning to tremble. She breathes out rapidly, repeating in a staccato rhythm: <d>[Japanese] いい、いい、ああ、ああ、うん、うん、うん、いく</d>. Her head throws back against the wall, neck tendons straining, and her body shudders violently as she reaches a deep orgasm, her buttocks clenching tight, knees shaking, and lower back arching as she grinds s2’s face deeper into her quivering folds, pressing down extra hard.