Stockings and an open blouse are all that remain in “yabuki chiharu and yabuki jiu”. She’s perched on the desk, skirt hiked, panties discarded. Papers scatter as she rubs furious circles over her clit, high heel digging into leather. The risk of being caught fuels her. “yabuki chiharu and yabuki jiu” captures the moment her boss’s tie becomes a makeshift gag while she rides her own fingers to a violent, shuddering climax that leaves the desk slick.