Chapter 70: Office Uniform Play 1

Monica reached down and held his restless hand, saying, "We haven't gone out for so long, people will start suspecting us!"
He placed his palm on her perfectly round buttocks, kneading it without letting go, and teasing the edge of her underwear with his fingertips.
"It's already after work hours, and even if someone is working overtime, they wouldn't have time to pay attention to this."
Gossip is true, but people's attention will only be diverted for a moment. The elite who have been carefully selected will soon return to their own work, and no one will keep staring at the boss's office.
Monica played with his tie anxiously and asked, "Is it soundproof?"
He chuckled and asked back, "Can you hear any sounds from outside?"
Indeed, nothing could be heard.
Once the door was closed, the noisy sounds from the office area outside were isolated, and the room became quiet.
Besides the faint creaking sound when they moved on the chairs, everything else was clear and audible.
Her fingers caressed his lips, lightly tracing the faint lip line. Under his gaze, she gently moved her waist and pressed down on his core with her legs, grinding against it restlessly.
Steven's throat rolled, and he reached out and lightly slapped her buttocks.
"Can my clothes be damaged?"
"Of course not!" she immediately refused, "This is my only one, if it gets ruined, I won't have any more."
"Okay." Steven pulled on the knot and gently untied the bow on her neckline, compromising as if unwrapping a gift, "Then I'll be gentle."
He didn't completely unbutton her shirt, only loosened the front to below her ribs, partially covering and partially revealing her fair chest. Her bra partially covered and contained her full, tender breasts, snowy white and soft enough to dazzle the eyes.
A few strands of black hair hung down, falling between the deep chasms of her cleavage. He lightly brushed it aside with his hand, fingertips gliding over the skin, arousing a tingling sensation in Monica.
He leaned in and kissed her. She couldn't help but gasp.
Steven patiently buried his face in her chest, nursing on the exposed flesh, lightly biting and making wet, heavy saliva sounds.
He wasn't in a rush to take off her bra, always tending to the upper half with his lips and tongue.
His cheeks brushed against the fabric, his high nose buried in the cleavage, and his lips kissed the soft breasts delicately, breathing deeply and lightly splattering, making her heart race with excitement and an increasing sense of dissatisfaction.
Monica held onto his head, her fingertips sinking into the hair at the back of his head, and murmured in a disordered voice, "Mmm... it tickles..."
He tucked her hair behind her ears, and his fingers reached into the bottom of her shirt, exploring up her spine to undo the bra clasp.
As soon as her chest was freed, the straps slid down, unable to move any further because they were caught in the bend of her arm. The bra hung halfway, touching her ribs, outlining the curve below her breasts.
It was vaguely concealed by the slightly open school shirt, blending purity and sensuality. It was even more visually stimulating than being completely naked, incredibly seductive.
Monica felt that he seemed even harder now.
Steven reached out and pinched her nipple, flicking and teasing it until it became erect, and then he sucked on it with force, his tongue curling around it.
He didn't ignore the other nipple, using his hand to cover both breasts, fingers spread wide to enclose the fleshy mounds. They were as smooth as milk, overflowing between his fingers, slippery and soft.
He couldn't hold onto them firmly and gently fanned them, causing the breasts to tremble. Then he gripped them again, applying a little force, kneading and pressing them with varying strength and angles, molding them into a wanton shape, making the red tips even more vibrant from the friction.
Monica's breasts were very sensitive.
Being played with like this made her breathe heavily and moan. The center of her legs became uncontrollably wet, the flowing liquid wetting her underwear, even leaving a dampness on his pants.
Steven had enough, he bit and left red marks on both breasts before lifting his head from her chest, patting her waist to indicate for her to get down. Monica followed in a daze, climbing down from his lap, and he immediately stood up from the chair, turning her around and pressing her onto the chair.
Their positions suddenly switched.
Monica's cheeks blushed, she curled up on his office chair, unable to stop panting, and her breasts fully exposed, her school skirt in disarray, unable to cover the roots of her legs. Her soaked underwear clung tightly, revealing the shape of her plump mound.
It was hard to look away.
He grabbed her small leg, holding it firmly and then...
They separated and placed themselves on the armrests of the office chair, one on the left and one on the right, exposing their inner thighs.
Monica's waist felt weak and unable to support herself, so he folded her legs and pressed them against the armrests: "Step on it."
She was then contorted into an "m" shape, with her legs spread apart and her buttocks pressed against the seat, her inner thighs fully exposed to him.
Steven reached out and pulled off her underwear, holding onto her waist and pulling her closer to himself. He half-knelt on the carpet, leaned forward, lowered his head, and took her in his mouth.
Monica couldn't help but bite her finger, unable to resist the urge to moan.
The warmth and moisture of his mouth enveloped her sensitive area, and his lips and tongue delicately licked inch by inch along the soft flesh as if trying to lick her open and melt her.
The tightly closed soft labia were pushed apart by the tip of his tongue, and the hidden clitoris swelled under his caresses, even the slightest touch producing stimulating pleasure that spread from her inner thighs throughout her body, causing her to go weak and emit soft, kitten-like moans.
After gently and slowly feasting, he tightened his grip on her waist, lowering his face and forcefully sucking on the tight and unyielding entrance, his tongue pushing inside, stirring and coaxing, drawing out a stream of fluids.
Intense pleasure surged like a tide, and Monica collapsed onto the chair, unable to restrain her moans in her mouth.
Her legs were almost unable to stand, her slender waist trembled violently, her fingers clutching the armrest, and her knuckles turning white with exertion.
"Ah... mmm..." She involuntarily whimpered, her voice muffled and unclear, "Don't... mmm... brother..."
Steven buried his head and continued to lick, his tongue sliding heavily over the clitoris, sucking hard on it, nibbling lightly with his teeth.
Then he once again took the entrance into his mouth, simultaneously freeing one hand to rub and flick the tip of the clitoris with a rapid motion, forcefully kneading and twisting it.
Monica cried out even louder, her entire body flushed with desire, her buttocks constantly wriggling on the chair, creating an uneasy sound.
And yet Steven remained solidly on his knees, his head buried between her legs, his hand grasping her to prevent her from struggling, forcing her to endure the immense waves of pleasure.
Before long, the climax arrived, and Monica was instantly propelled into a state of euphoria, her consciousness momentarily scattered, her entire body enveloped in intense pleasure.
A trickle of liquid fluid gushed out of her entrance, drenching her thighs, and he lapped it all up meticulously.
After experiencing that blinding moment, her body completely relaxed, and she breathed heavily in a daze, being lifted up from the chair by him and falling into his embrace once again.
Steven undid his belt, releasing his erect member, and wiped it against her entrance, his hand covered in her fluids.
He slowly stroked his hard shaft with her wetness, then gripped it firmly, with the glans pressed against her slippery and engorged entrance.
He freed one hand and took out a condom from her shirt pocket.
Monica didn't expect that he had even noticed that, her ears turning slightly red, and she gripped his nape with her tiger's mouth: "... Hurry."
"Baby," he put on the condom, kissed her cheek, and lightly breathed out, "Can I be a bit rough today?"
The entrance swallowed the glans shallowly, the sensitive and tender flesh brushing against the rounded and hard ridge, scraping and teasing with the movements of his waist.
Monica was both swollen and itchy from his thrusts, clutching onto his shoulders as she gasped and whimpered, "You...
"You're never not fierce..."
He laughed, sucking on her lips, his hand reaching under her skirt, gripping her buttocks and pushing down, at the same time thrusting his waist upwards. His shaft spread open the tight folds of her entrance little by little, using gravity and moisture to quickly penetrate to the hilt, while heavy gasps filled the room.
He held her tightly and began moving vigorously.