Chapter 16: Licking the Pussy

Monica was startled and hurriedly covered her skirt, trying to pull Steven's hand away. "What are you doing?!"
He stood still, lightly stroking the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh with his fingertips. "Didn't you say you wanted me to be the servant under your princess skirt?"
Monica had witnessed Steven's shamelessness before, and she was a little panicked at this moment, feeling like she had gone too far. She forcefully tried to retract her leg. "I was just joking."
"Is that so?" He firmly held onto her calf and pulled her towards him.
Monica couldn't react in time and lost her balance. She was dragged by him and her buttocks moved to the edge of the sofa.
"You—"
Before she could finish speaking, Steven lifted up her skirt. Now with
a A clear view of her private parts underneath, she wore a basic white panty, the .innocence of it ignited Steven.
He curled his fingers and used the bone ridges of his knuckles to gently rub the delicate seam of her flower lips through the fabric of her underwear. The hard edges rubbed against the delicate and sensitive area, causing Monica's breathing to become rapid.
The fabric of her underwear gradually became moist, eventually staining the underwear it with a large dark stain.
She tried to close her legs to push him away, but her strength was insignificant in front of him. She was forced to spread her legs and let him rub her through her underwear.
She became so sensitive that her waist went weak, and she reached out to grab his hand. "Ugh… you're not allowed—"
Her fingers were caught by him, and he made her touch herself. Monica was startled and quickly withdrew her hand, but she completely handed over control to him.
Steven exerted force with his knuckles, pressing the wet underwear into the open seam. He rubbed against the soft flesh, causing Monica to whimper in fragments, her legs trembling with itchiness.
After teasing for a while, he withdrew his fingers and then used his palm to cover her entire pubic area. He pressed with slight force, and the sensitive tender flesh that had just been rubbed couldn't withstand this stimulation.
Almost immediately, Monica trembled and moaned, as a wave of liquid sprayed from her crotch, thoroughly soaking her underwear.
He reached out and pulled down the wet underwear, fully exposing the wet and red pubic area.
"You…!" She felt both embarrassed and angry, curling her waist backward while trying to cover herself with her skirt. Unexpectedly, he acted faster and held onto her thigh, preventing her from moving.
Steven spread her legs wider, revealing her wet and swollen pubic area. The plump and tender mound closed up into a narrow slit, oozing out glistening fluids that dripped down.
He took off his jacket and placed it under her.
Monica was staring at her exposed pubic area, feeling a bit embarrassed, wanting to turn around and scold him. However, his sudden actions made her confused. "...Isn't the sofa clean?"
"It's clean, so I don't want to dirty it." He forcefully spread her legs again, propped them up on his shoulders, and leaned down towards her wet slit. His breath brushed against her pubic area, and he laughed softly. "I'm afraid you'll flood the sofa later."
Monica blinked her eyes and slowly realized the suggestive meaning in his words. Her ears instantly turned completely red. "....Steven.... Steven! You pervert—Ah!" She was caught off guard becauseand
Because he opened his mouth and took her leg in his mouth slowly working his way down to her already sensitive pubic area..
Anyone who If you only looked at the current scene, would think it 's simply extremely obscene. ly.
Steven, in his perfectly tailored suit, was kneeling halfway, with her leg resting on his shoulder. His hands were gripping her thigh, burying his face in between her thighs. Her skirt draped down, conveniently covering his head, as if he was hidden beneath it.
The servant beneath the skirt.
The elite's ability to perform that task wasis without a doubt outstanding. Monica’s mind began to get hazy.
Just the thought of Steven, whose face is usually expressionless and cold, as if rejecting others from miles away, doing such a vulgar act, made Monica feel even wetter.
However, she didn't have the mind to think about it. Steven's tongue pushed against her flower petals, teasing open the clitoral hood and lightly sucking in a breath.
A tingling electric current immediately spread through her limbs, arousing her to the point where even her toes tensed up, and her breaths took on a different tone.
It was an experience completely different from using fingers to fondle.
Steven lowered his head, his nose brushing against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, gently stimulating her sensitive spot.
He alternated between using his lips and tongue to lick and tease her clitoris and entrance, even sucking on her thigh, breaking the silence of the room.causing a lascivious water sound of "ts ts" to fill the quiet room.
Monica couldn't stand being licked, and she squirmed, but her legs were firmly held in place, preventing her from moving. In her gasping voice, there was a hint of a sob as she said, "... Ah! Wright, Steven! Don't... don't suck there... Ah! Wrong name."
He lightly bit down on her clitoris, which had become swollen and hardened from sucking, and lightly slapped her soft and full buttocks, not really hitting her, but it still made her tremble.
As a result, her entrance also tightened, squeezing out more fluids, dripping onto the coat beneath her.
How could she be so coquettish?
"Big brother... Steven, big brother... Ah..." Monica couldn't take it anymore. She collapsed onto the couch, panting heavily and moaning, reaching down to push away the troublesome head between her legs. But he grabbed her hand and held it firmly, in return intensifying his suction and biting.
Steven's tongue pressed heavily against her entrance, and he fiercely took a mouthful. She immediately trembled, moaning and crying, unable to bear it.
"No... I... Ah..." Her chest heaved violently, her eyes filled with moisture, misty and hazy, clearly unable to withstand such intense pleasure. Her legs, which were draped over his shoulders, began to flail helplessly.
Monica felt as if her inner thighs were being licked and sucked open, the bone-chilling warmth spreading through her body in waves, as if countless fireworks were exploding in her mind.
As he once again used his tongue to vigorously rub against her clitoris, Monica let out a short scream. Her slender body suddenly tensed up, and after a moment, she lost all strength and collapsed onto the couch.
Her hair was disheveled, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath, her eyes unfocused and dazed, her fingertips still trembling lightly. It was obvious that she was stunned by the sudden pleasure of the climax, and it took her a while to recover her senses.
Even though it was only a few minutes, Monica felt as if she had experienced a century's worth of time.
Steven sucked a few more times on her tender inner thighs, as he... let her finish.
He kissed her thigh and then got up to clean himself with a tissue. He then leaned over and picked her up from the sofa, holding her in his arms.
"Are you comfortable, baby?" he asked softly, his fingertips brushing through her hair and down her back.
Monica leaned against his shoulder, her cheeks flushed and her breath uneven, not wanting to admit that she had just reached climax from Steven's tongue. "Not comfortable!" she replied.
"Oh? It seems like I need to work on my skills. Let's go again," he said, pretending to pounce on her, but Monica kicked him on the leg. "Don't come near me!"
Her tone fluctuated and she breathed unsteadily. "I want to put on my underwear. Turn around and don't look!"
Steven laughed and turned away.
Monica covered her face, feeling like things were getting more and more out of her control.
**Chapter 17: Curiosity**