Chapter 82: Study, Cat Ears, Under the Desk

Monica pointed to the computer screen with an understanding expression. "But you're in a meeting."
Steven held onto her waist, not letting her escape. His other hand casually played with the bow on her chest, hitting the bullseye. "When I made you feel good just now, how come you didn't realize I was in a meeting?"
She pursed her lips and smiled, while his palm rested against the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and kissing her soft lips passionately.
Monica leaned against his chest, reaching out to touch his...
Between the legs, through the fabric, he kneaded the restrained sex organ, and went to kiss his sensitive Adam's apple, prolonging the tone, "When will you finish...."
Steven didn't respond, he pushed up the little bit of fabric on her chest, revealing the tender breast adorned with a hint of red, his palm covering it, enveloping it and squeezing it, milk-like flesh oozing through his fingers.
He closed his fingers together, lightly patting the swinging, fair skin, then gripping it, gently pulling on the nipple with his fingertips, his palm pressed against the edge of the breast, Monica's chest being kneaded, emitting pleasurable moans from her throat.
He continued kneading for a few more minutes, patting her once again, "Baby, sit up."
She straightened her waist, stretching her body, her chest perfectly aligned with his face. Steven lightly pressed on her back, pushing her towards himself, the fullness of her breasts falling into his mouth.
His tongue caressed the soft and tender skin that he had just kneaded, enveloping it with his warm mouth, sucking out tiny red marks. He buried himself in her chest, licking and nibbling at her nipples,
Monica held onto his head, her fingers fumbling through his hair, gasping and moaning, "Mmm...ah..."
Steven's hand moved towards her legs and she started getting wet again.
But this time, he didn't rush to satisfy her. He unfastened his belt, his already erect penis sticking up, and casually stroked it a couple of times, grabbing her hand and guiding it towards his legs. After Monica helped him relieve himself for a while and her hand started getting tired, she pouted and refused to do it anymore.
Steven didn't insist, he just looked at her breasts instead.
He raised his gaze at her and said, "Hmm?"
The implication in his words was quite obvious.
Monica complained aloud, but still crawled down from his legs and squeezed between them, obediently leaning forward, cupping her breasts and stroking his sex organ.
Compared to an aching hand from stroking, this method suited her laziness more.
She hid under the table, allowing Steven to turn on the camera again and proceed with the final phase of the meeting.
Although his face appeared indifferent, his fingers explored underneath, gently caressing her cheek.
Monica knelt between his legs, slowly stroking him while imitating a cat's movements, rubbing her hand against his palm, using her teeth to lightly bite and suck on his fingertips, making faint and sensual sounds.
She knew he was in a meeting, so she freely teased him.
Steven was very pleased, his sex organ becoming even more erect, the tender breasts couldn't contain it anymore. He pressed her shoulders, applying more pressure, his penis sinking between the two mounds, rubbing up and down, creating a visually striking contrast.
His movements were forceful, making her moan softly as he thrust into her, and he reached down to cover her mouth.
He made her make noise, but wouldn't allow her to speak.
He truly was a beast in disguise, Monica thought.
She lowered her head to look, his thick and hard sex organ throbbing against her chin, thrusting in and out between her soft and fair flesh, emitting an extremely aggressive aura.
They had been intimated many times before, and Monica knew that his glans was sensitive, driven by curiosity and mischievousness, she grasped the exposed tip with her hand, extended her tongue to touch the small opening on the top of his glans, pursed her lips, and lightly sucked on it.
She was sucking him.
Even though it was just a brief touch, her mouth didn't even open.
Steven's breathing suddenly became ragged.
Steven could sense that he was losing control, he immediately reached out to pull her away, but before he could do so, his body instinctively reacted faster.
His penis pressed against the corner of her lips and twitched, followed by a large amount of thick semen spraying out, splattering her chest and making a mess of it.
This sudden incident left Monica bewildered.
Is she so unable to handle stimulation?
She knelt between his legs, her silky black hair obediently falling behind her, her skin as white as snow, in sharp contrast. Her soft body showcased beautiful curves, adorned with cat ears, a collar, a bowtie, and white stockings, all wrapped around her, forming the most seductive combination.
Monica looked up at him, her eyes misty and her lips tainted with his ejaculate, dripping down, staining her cleavage and dirtying her clothes.
Her slightly parted red lips gasped for air, and he could even faintly see a bit of white on her tongue.
Just like a kitten secretly drinking milk.
This scene had a strong impact on Steven, while the initiator himself remained unaware.
He poked at his semi-erect penis and asked, "Be honest, did you cheat on me? You came faster than usual."
Monica didn't answer.
Above Monica's head, there was only the heavy sound of his breath.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then turned on the microphone, his voice somewhat suppressed and deep, "Very well, let's end it here today."
The next moment after ending the meeting, Steven bent down and picked Monica up from the ground, placing her on the desk. He took a tissue and wiped away the semen on her body, from her chest to her lips, and said, "Stick out your tongue."
Confused, she did as he said, and the white fluid was no longer there.
Monica looked at him, his gaze heavy as he stared at the tip of her tongue, and belatedly she realized, "Did it get on my tongue too? I didn't notice, it was just a little bit, I think I swallowed it..."
She looked innocent, which made him appear dirty-minded.
Steven pulled up her skirt and said, "Good girl, hold your legs yourself."
She bent her legs, placing them on the edge of the desk, holding them with her hands - the damp crotch of her erotic underwear creased and pushed aside by him, revealing her wet and reddened entrance.
He probed his finger into her opening.
She started to breathe heavily.
Steven massaged her entrance, while his other hand pulled open a drawer beside them, which still contained a few leftover condoms from last time.
He put one on, gripping his penis, and pressed the gland against the wet and slippery opening that had been massaged, sliding up and down.
Occasionally, he slapped it a few times, with the head shallowly penetrating and then retreating. He listened to her dissatisfied moans, manipulating and teasing her.
"You just said you didn't want a pen, what do you want?" he asked.
Biting her lip, she whispered, "I want my husband..."
Having received the answer he wanted, he held onto her and simultaneously thrust his hips forward, his penis entering forcefully into the tight and wet entrance.
The fullness and swelling completely filled Monica, causing her to involuntarily cry out, but before she could fully experience it, he started pounding into her.
Since the moment she entered wearing this outfit, she had been
The desire that had been accumulating for a long time got completely released at this moment.
He held her waist and pressed against himself, his lower back tense, exerting force as he thrust into her soft entrance. The thick and long shaft rubbed against the tender flesh inside, and when he pulled out, the tightly bitten entrance made a loud squelching sound, which was quickly covered up by the sound of his skin slapping against hers upon reentry.
Steven was aggressive, not holding back any strength, causing Monica's voice to become blurry and sob-like with each thrust. With every penetration, her snow-white body trembled, and the sound of the bell around her neck blended with the sound of their bodies, spreading throughout the quiet study.
"Mmm... so heavy... not so... so rough... brother... mmm..."
The transparent skirt covered their connection, and the lascivious scene seemed to be veiled in mist, appearing hazy and dreamlike.
Monica was being pounded relentlessly, her whole body feeling weak, unable to even hold her legs up.
Steven lifted her onto his shoulders and she collapsed backward onto the desk. Her black hair scattered across the smooth wooden surface like misty rain, and her legs, wrapped in white stockings, were held tightly in his arms.
Her soft breasts swayed gently with his movements, being squeezed, kneaded, and slapped, which stimulated her and made her cries grow louder, her moans intermittent, resembling the meowing of a small cat.
The desk was hard and cold. Her bare back rubbed against it as he thrust into her, causing discomfort in no time. Steven took her down, making her kneel on the carpet, leaning on a chair, and entered her from behind.
His cock, now dripping with her fluids, easily slid back into her pussy with the doggy style position, hitting and rubbing against the cervix. The soft entrance was made even weaker, gripping tightly onto his member, and squirting juices uncontrollably. Wave after wave of fluid showered his cock, and the sound of water gurgling filled the air, impossible to muffle.
The snow-white buttocks repeatedly collided with his firm abdomen, creating waves of pleasure.
Steven thrust his hips forcefully, reaching his hand to fondle her cat ears and then her breasts, unable to get enough of them.
He leaned over her back, breathing heavily against her cheek, whispering intimate words from the bedroom, praising her as a good baby, a good kitten, and soothing her with gentle words.
However, the force of his thrusts did not diminish at all, showing a determined attitude of not stopping until he fucked her to the point of breaking.
After finishing once, Monica's whole body was flushed and weak, the fur on her collar dampened with sweat. Her white stockings were soaked with his semen, and her eyelashes trembled and lowered as she panted, appearing both cute and pitiful.
Before she could rest for a moment, she was picked up again and, with a sweet moan, was ridden on top of him. Their lower bodies were tightly connected once again, making squelching sounds.
"Mmm... husband... don't go too deep... mmm..."
Steven buried his head in her chest, simultaneously sucking her breasts and thrusting upward, using his fingers to play with the straps of her bra, leaving mottled red marks on her chest.
After not seeing each other for half a month, she deliberately seduced him, arousing a clearly intense encounter.
In the end, Monica experienced consecutive orgasms on top of him, crying and panting as she reached a point of losing control. The carpet in the study was left in a messy state.
Their activities in the study lasted for a long time, so long that Monica's legs grew weak from exhaustion.
Steven carried her back to the bed, exhausted but still inserted inside. The sheets soaked, the bells ringing almost all night long.