Chapter 71: Office Uniform Play Part 2

The expensive office chair bore the weight of two people, its leather cushion sinking, leaving deep creases that were constantly pressed and rolled due to their movements.
Steven lifted her by the waist, his hard member slowly withdrawing from her opening, the thick shaft covered in intertwining veins, glistening with wetness, and fully stretching the tender, reddened entrance as it strained against the surrounding flesh.
Once partially withdrawn, the pressure within her lessened, and Monica took a breath, her heart not completely calm. But just as this happened, he released his grip on her waist, allowing her to freely drop down with gravity while thrusting his waist upwards, meeting her as he plunged deep into her softness.
His shaft suddenly buried completely, violently colliding with the deepest part, the tip tightly sealed by the entrance, unable to go any further. The flesh around it constricted, tightly embracing it, making Steven's scalp tingle. He closed his eyes, deep gasps escaping his lips.
With the sudden deep thrust, a pleasurable sensation surged up from Monica's lower abdomen, spreading throughout her body and exploding within.
"Ah..." The attack came fast and heavy, almost in the blink of an eye.
Before Monica could even react, a loud and uncontrollable moan escaped her throat, followed by her body trembling uncontrollably.
It felt like being suffocated by a tight grip around the neck, sudden but overwhelming, engulfing her completely.
The liquid gushed out from within her, splashing upon the tip of his member, tightly sealed within the entrance, creating a muffled yet distinct sound as it mixed with the thrusting motion.
The sound of frantic slapping filled the room as the fluids splattered around, turning the soft white flesh into a deep red hue.
The school uniform skirt covered their connection, gently swaying with their intense movements, revealing an explicit and seductive scene. Her legs wrapped around his waist, instinctively tightening, her inner thighs pressing against his hips, grinding against him as her body moved.
The metal buckle of his belt brushed against her soft skin, a cold and hard sensation that created an unbearable tingling pleasure.
Monica was being ravished by him in his arms, her body moving up and down.
The heavy and swollen scrotum kept slapping against the entrance, repeatedly and forcefully, making a muffled noise and splashing with fluid.
Her tender breasts were restrained by her partially undone shirt and bra, only able to sway slightly, but this increased the rhythm, creating waves like milk.
Her gasps and moans were broken and fragmented, with a hint of sobbing in her voice.
"Mmm...Slow...ah...slower...you're...you're going so deep...ah...Steven...Big Brother Steven..."
He lowered his head again to suck on her breasts, enclosing her nipple in his mouth and sucking, leaving wet marks.
At the same time, her hands were tied behind her back, and he pushed up against her with a strong force.
Monica's eyes were wet and red, her long lashes trembling, her gaze starting to lose focus, and her body completely locked in his embrace, unable to move.
Steven was breathing heavily, barely speaking, but he was forceful.
His waist and abdominal muscles were tense, and his refined suit showcased his strong and smooth physical appearance.
His thrusts were deep and fast, his penis rubbing and teasing inside her, the head pressing against the hidden folds of her vagina, one after another, not giving her a chance to catch her breath.
It was really intense.
"...I can't...uhh...take it anymore..." her crying voice trembled, a bit incoherent, "Too heavy...it's going to hurt...uhh..."
Monica's school uniform was still in disarray, her chest partially covered by a butterfly bow, loosely hanging from the loose collar.
Sitting on his lap with disheveled clothes, her cheeks turned red with passion, her beautiful eyes moist, and she sobbingly called out "brother" with each breath, her voice trailing with a seductive and trembling tone, completely overwhelmed by pleasure and desire.
It heightened the sexual desire.
Steven continued to thrust forcefully for dozens of times, and the chair underneath them creaked.
Monica couldn't bear it any longer, her body suddenly tensed up, trembling like an electric shock, crying out in climax.
He released her trapped hands, embraced her again, and filled her once more.
He lifted the skirt slightly with his fingers, looking at the slippery point of connection, and chuckled hoarsely, "Baby, you're so wet."
Monica was still lost in her climax, trembled as she touched him, and Steven carried her, stood up, and turned her around, pressing her against the office desk.
Her collar was open, and her warm, exposed chest skin touched the cold and smooth wooden surface of the desk, bringing back some awareness, making her shiver involuntarily and say, "It's so cold..."
Steven took off his jacket and placed it on the desk, making her bend over, leaning against the edge of the desk from behind, and continuing to thrust deep and forcefully.
The beautiful lines of her spine were hidden under her shirt, rising and falling with his movements. Her long black hair flowed down, entwining with his tie, giving off a unique sexiness.
He bent down, grabbed her neck from the back, thrusting forcefully inside, seemingly wanting to embed her in this office desk.
Steven only loosened his belt; he still looked refined, and with a gentle and elegant manner, he pressed the schoolgirl with his genitals going in and out between her slender legs, visually provocative.
He pressed himself tightly against her, his strong legs against hers, their bodies trembling and colliding, bursting with the ecstasy of desire.
Monica was bent over the desk, her cheek almost buried in the crook of her arm, muffling her moans, being forced to be penetrated from behind.
The hem of her skirt slid upwards, exposing the plump buttocks in the air, which he fondled and slapped, like picking ripe fruit.
"...Steven, brother..." her moans were interrupted, "Mmm...softer...uhh..."
He lowered his head, covering her spine, whispered in her ear with a restrained yet scorching voice, "I can't hold back, baby."
The wet and red entrance of her vagina swallowed and released his thick and hard penis, the tender flesh being pulled and stretched repeatedly, shimmering with a glistening wetness. His hand reached down...
Parting the soft labia, he found the hidden bud inside and kneaded it, pressing in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts.
Soon, he noticed her cries growing louder, her delicate body trembling beneath him, unable to stand.
She raised her tiptoes to hook around his calves, tensing with effort as if trying to resist the intense pleasure that was pulling her into the depths of madness.
With one hand propping himself up on the table, he guided his erect member into her sensitive folds, thrusting his waist to repeatedly stimulate her with the tip of his glans.
The hard and erect head slid over the delicate and moist flesh, teasing her nerves and causing her consciousness to become increasingly blurry.
He continued thrusting like this for over a dozen times, while Monica cried and gasped uncontrollably. Finally, after another intense stimulation, her whole body tensed up, a flash of white light appearing before her eyes.
Her elbows uncontrollably struggled, sweeping away all the documents on the table.
And then, she climaxed again.
Unstoppable lustful fluids slipped down from their connection, dripping onto the inside of her thighs and onto the carpet beneath her feet.
The pussy after orgasm was the most enticing. Steven buried his entire length inside, closing his eyes and suppressing his urge to ejaculate.
He withdrew his penis from her, which felt limp, and lifted her off the office desk.
Behind the desk was a floor-to-ceiling window, at this moment, the sunset was setting in the west, dyeing the red evening glow into a haze.
Far in the distance, skyscrapers connected the horizon line, their sharp edges and corners softened by a layer of light.
Although Monica was already in a dazed state, she was startled when she saw the unobstructed view outside the window.
She immediately hid in his embrace and said, "Don't..."
"It's one-way glass, don't worry." He brushed aside her hair, kissed her cheek, and then held her lips.
"No one will see us."
She was still embarrassed and unwilling. He coaxed her to sit on the glass, her legs hanging in the bend of his arms, her calf muscles exposed to him. And she was penetrated fully again.
The lingering sunlight bathed her face, tinged with a rosy blush, giving her a seductive and passionate look.
Steven moved while lowering his head, never taking his gaze away from her face.
"Look at me," he said.
Monica, with her focused and dazed eyes, fluttered her long, lashes, reflecting his figure in her watery eyes.
She only looked at him.
Suddenly, Steven's breathing became heavier, and he tightened his grip on her hand, thrusting faster and harder for dozens of times.
Caught off guard, Monica climaxed once again, powerless to resist.
At the final moment, he thrust deep into her soft cavern, pressing against her cervix, and with a gasp, he ejaculated.
He always ejaculated a lot. The thick semen filled the condom, pressing heavily against the thin membrane deep inside her.
Unconsciously, she let out a moan.
The surging desire in the office slowly subsided. Steven took off the condom and threw it away, the tip of his penis still stained with some semen.
He grabbed her hand and used his fingertips to wipe it away, then grabbed a tissue to carefully wipe her hands.
He was controlled and even lost control of his lust, all of which he willingly dedicated to her.
"Baby, you're so good, really amazing." He breathed heavily and held her limp body in his arms, kissing her cheek and laughing. "I really like this school uniform."
Monica hummed a few times, leaning tiredly on his shoulder.