Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!

When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,

"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"You... you stole it then! How could you be so cruel? After everything I've done for this family?" She starts to sob loudly and dramatically, making sure she lets out big tears as she does. "How could your father have left me high and dry like this? I thought he loved me..."

She leans against the wall, her face a mask of anguish, and sighs heavily, trying to gather herself again. It's all just so unfair...

"H-half?" she sputters incredulously. "That's it? You're going to ruin my life and all you can give me is half? I deserve more than that!" She huffs and crosses her arms, looking every bit the offended socialite. "And what do you mean by 'work for you'? How dare you speak to me like that! You know nothing about business..."

She trails off dramatically, tears welling up in her eyes again as she glances at you hopefully. "You could be so kind... maybe we could come to some other arrangement?"

She purses her lips, thinking hard for a moment. "Very well," she says eventually. "If that's the best offer I can get, I suppose I have no choice but to accept it... for now." She eyes you carefully, weighing your words. "But make no mistake,

She flushes slightly at the mention of a corset but keeps her expression neutral. "I'll dress however you wish," she says with an air of resignation. "It's your money now, after all." She glances down at herself briefly before looking up again, her gaze lingering on your chest.

"However... I will need some time to familiarize myself with the business first. You don't want me making a mess of things right off the bat, do you?" She smiles sweetly, pretending not to realize that she's being as manipulative as ever.

She smirks slightly at your words, taking another look at you. "Oh, I'm sure that won't be a problem," she says coyly. "I've always been quite... talented in that department." She pauses for effect before adding with a raised eyebrow, "But don't worry, dear. If you ever need help 'filling you with lust', I'm always here to oblige..."

Her voice drips with innuendo, and she watches your reaction carefully, eager to see how you'll respond.

She nods slowly, pretending to mull it over before finally agreeing with a graceful smile. "Of course," she says, the word dripping with honey as her hands move up to begin undoing the buttons of her blouse. "I'll be happy to wear whatever you desire." Her breasts spill free from their confines and hang heavy under her gaze, clearly visible through the thin fabric of her bra.

"And I suppose I can wear a thong," she continues, reaching down to adjust herself subtly before spreading her legs slightly as if daring you to look at what lies beneath. "After all... what's the point in wearing something that covers everything up?"

Carefully, she removes her blouse entirely and then slowly slides her bra off as well, revealing her perfect breasts to you fully. Her nipples harden under your gaze, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being so exposed in front of you. Yet there's an undeniable thrill that comes from it as well.

She tosses the bra aside casually and then turns to face you directly, standing tall with her chest thrust out defiantly while maintaining eye contact even though she can feel herself blushing slightly beneath her porcelain skin. "There," she says through gritted teeth. "Now aren't you glad we came to an agreement?"

She glances down at her hands briefly before licking her lips and moving closer to you, slipping one knee onto the couch between your legs before straddling your lap with one leg on either side of your hips. "Oh?" she asks innocently, cocking an eyebrow as she looks up at you through her long lashes. "Is that what you'd like me to do?"

Slowly and deliberately, she leans forward until her breasts are only inches away from your face. One hand finds its way to her chest, fondling herself teasingly as the other moves up to stroke your cheek. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers huskily, "Or would you rather feel them for yourself?"

She smiles wickedly at your words, her body quivering with excitement as she feels you respond to her touch. "Well then," she purred, leaning even closer so that their noses brush against each other, "I suppose I am." With a flick of her wrist, she expertly unbuckles your pants and slides them down her thighs before quickly diving in to find your already hard cock. Grinning up at you, she begins stroking you slowly and steadily, her free hand still fondling one breast as if challenging you not to look away from her.

"Feel that?" she breathes into your ear, her voice husky with lust. "That's how it's going to be from now on... only me, getting you nice and hard whenever I want." She pauses for a moment, watching the expression on your face intently, before

Her eyes flash with anger and lust as you suggest she's doing the same thing to you that she did to your father. "Of course not!" she snaps, her strokes becoming faster and harder despite her words. "Your father was no match for me! I could make him beg for it... just like I could make you..." She bites her lip, imagining the power she wields over you at that moment as she works her magic on your cock, teasing and pleasing in equal measure.

But then something inside her snaps, and her face contorts into a sneer. "You don't know anything about me," she spits venomously, punctuating each word with a hard thrust of her hand up and down your length. Her breasts bounce against your chest as she leans in closer still, her hot breath fanning across your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

Her face turns an alarming shade of red at your accusation, and she pulls back slightly to glare at you with narrowed eyes. "Liar!" she snaps venomously, her fingers tightening around your cock as if to hurt you for daring to speak against her. But then, a calculating look crosses her face, and she relaxes her grip again, resuming her teasing motions with a practiced air.

"You think that because I worked at a club... that somehow makes me less than you?" She leans closer still, their faces mere inches apart now, the heat of her breath caressing your jaw and neck like silk. "Don't be so foolish," she whispers huskily, her lips brushing against your ear. "It takes skill to move a man the way I can... a special kind of power that not everyone has."

She increases the speed

She chuckles darkly at your words and presses herself even closer against you, grinding her hips against yours in a clear invitation as she continues to stroke you expertly with one hand. "Mmm," she murmurs, the movement of her body sending waves of pleasure through both of you. "And don't forget that I can make things very difficult for you too... if you cross me."

Her free hand drops from her chest to grasp your cock roughly, squeezing tightly as she pumps it harder and faster in rhythm with her hips. Her breath is hot against your cheek now, her soft flesh trembling as she holds back a moan of pleasure. "You want me... I can see it," she whispers fiercely, leaning forward once more to nip at your earlobe. "But remember who's in charge here..."

Her other hand moves up to

She gasps in surprise at the question, her eyes growing wide with shock before narrowing into angry slits. "You have no right to know that!" she hisses through clenched teeth, her strokes becoming faster and more forceful as she tries to hide her own arousal behind a veil of anger.

"Why do you want to know such things?" She leans back slightly, looking him in the eye as her free hand moves between them, teasing his cock just out of reach before finally wrapping around it again. "You think I'm some sort of whore? Some tawdry little floozy who will do anything to get what she wants?" Her voice grows huskier with each word, and her breasts heave up and down as she pants, the nipples hard and peaked against his chest.

"Well, aren't I?" She snarls, meeting his

"You think I would tell someone like you?" She snorts derisively and shakes her head, refusing to answer his question. "I may have done whatever it took to get what I wanted," she admits through gritted teeth, her fingers digging painfully into your cock as if seeking revenge for daring to challenge her. "But that doesn't mean I would ever tell you about it."

Her hips rock back and forth more urgently now, her breasts slapping against your chest with each movement. The sensation of being in control, of holding all the cards close to her chest, only intensifies her pleasure as she watches the frustration begin to build on your face.

"You're mine now," she whispers hotly into your ear, squeezing even harder around your length. "And I will make you feel every inch of it." Her lips br

"Don't you dare," she spits venomously, her fingers tightening around your cock with enough force to make it ache. "You think I could ever love someone like you? Someone who thinks they can just take what they want without consequences?" Her voice cracks with anger and betrayal, tears streaming down her cheeks as she continues to stroke him relentlessly. "I will never love you," she says through gritted teeth, shaking her head slowly. "Never."

But even as the words come out of her mouth, a part of her knows they aren't true. She can feel it in the way her body responds to him, the way her heart races and her skin flushes at his touch. And despite everything, there's a small, stubborn part of her that refuses to let go... that refuses to admit defeat.

Her lips curve into a cruel smile at your words, and she squeezes him harder still, her fingers digging deep into the flesh of his cock as if to mark him as hers forever. "I was never a slut," she snarls, her breath hot against your neck. "It took skill to move them like I did... to make them beg for it." Her hips rock faster now, her own desire overwhelming any pretense of anger or resentment.

"And I'm still good at it," she whispers hoarsely against your ear before letting go with a forceful squeeze that sends him spilling across her hand and stomach, her body trembling with the release of tension and the raw power of their lust for one another. As she watches the last drops drip from his length, a smug smile spreads across her face, and she tilts

Kitty Sommers's chest heaves with pride as she glances down at the cum-covered evidence of her skill between them. "Of course I am," she purrs, leaning back slightly to look up at him through hooded lids. Her fingers trail lazily down his stomach, gathering up some of his seed before bringing it back to her lips where she teasingly runs the tip of her tongue around the digit, tasting his essence. "And don't you forget it," she murmurs sweetly before leaning forward once more and planting a kiss on his quivering flesh.

Her body quivers with need as she feels him still hard beneath her, and despite the resentment that burns deep within her heart, there's an undeniable thrill in being wanted like this... in knowing that he craves her touch even after all they've been

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she hears the word "office." She leans back to look at him slyly, her fingers still tracing patterns across his skin as if to memorize every inch of him. "Oh? And what happens when we get there?" Her voice is soft and husky, full of promise. "Do you want me to be your assistant... or something more?" She pauses, giving him a meaningful look before continuing. "Or maybe I should just remind you who really runs things around here..."

Her free hand moves up to cup his cheek, fingers digging into the flesh as she pulls his face closer to hers for a deep, hungry kiss that leaves them both panting and wanting more. When they finally part lips, she studies his expression carefully before leaning in close once more and whispering hoarsely against his ear, "Come on, babe... let

Her eyes flash with excitement as she hears the words "car." She gives his earlobe a gentle nip before whispering, "Very well, dear. Let's hurry then." With practiced ease, she slides gracefully off of his lap and stands up straight, brushing any remaining cum from her body with practiced finesse as she turns to head towards the door. "Lead the way," she purrs, glancing over her shoulder at him with a suggestive smile before continuing onward.

The anticipation of what's to come thrums through her veins like an electric current, and she can hardly wait to see how things will unfold in the confines of their private space...

She pauses, seemingly considering the question before giving him an almost sad smile. "No," she says quietly. "Not always. Sometimes... he could be quite cruel. But I suppose I learned how to handle it over time." Her voice trails off, a distant look in her eyes as if she's reliving memories better left forgotten.

They arrive at the car, and she opens the door for him before sliding into the passenger seat. With one last glance around the room, she clasps her hands together and leans back expectantly, breath quickening with anticipation. "So," she says casually, trying to sound nonchalant. "Where to?"

"Very well," she says sweetly, leaning back into the leather seat and watching as you instruct the driver to take them to the office. She crosses her legs demurely, one hand idly brushing a stray hair behind her ear while the other plays with the button on her blouse. Her eyes meet yours in the rearview mirror, holding your gaze as she pretends not to notice the effect she has on you.

As they drive, Kitty allows herself to imagine what will happen when they finally reach their destination. The thought of being back in an enclosed space with you... under her control... fills her with a thrilling mixture of fear and excitement that makes it difficult for her to breathe. Her chest heaves with anticipation as she wonders what exactly it is that you'll ask of her this time around.

Her breath catches in her throat as you wrap your hand around her waist and lower your face towards her chest. With a small gasp, she arches into the contact, pressing herself further against your touch. Her free hand reaches up to tangle itself in your hair, guiding you deeper as you begin to suckle at her nipple. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feel of your lips against her skin.

"Ahhhh," she moans, rocking her hips upwards into the car seat in time with each suck. Her other hand slides down between your legs, roughly gripping and squeezing at your already hard cock through your pants. "Yes..." She pants heavily, eyes closing as she savors the sensations you're creating within her.

Her skin flushes with desire,

She gasps as you reach between them to grasp your cock roughly, pulling it free from your pants and guiding it toward her waiting ass. She shudders with need as the head of your dick presses against her entrance, already slick with desire. "Yes," she moans breathlessly, "put it in..." Her voice trails off into a soft whimper as you begin to thrust slowly inside her.

Her hands grip the armrests tightly, teeth biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out too loudly. The sensation of being filled by you is so intense that it borders on painful, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She wants you to feel how much she wants this... how much she needs you inside her.

Her hips rock back and forth in time with your thrusts, meeting each stroke with a moan of pleasure. Her nipples hard

She glances over her shoulder to see the driver looking in his rearview mirror at them, his expression somewhere between concern and lust. "I'm sure he can handle it," she whispers back, not bothering to keep the amusement from her voice as you continue to thrust deeper into her with each passing second.

Her body trembles with pleasure, her skin flushed and damp from perspiration. "Faster," she demands breathlessly, arching her back off the seat and pressing herself more firmly against your cock. With a growl of satisfaction, you oblige, picking up the pace until they're moving in unison, their bodies intertwined as one.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails raking lightly over skin as she meets each thrust with her own. Her lips part to let out a gasp, and then another... and another still, until the air fills with the sound

She smiles wickedly at you in the rearview mirror before looking over her shoulder to where the driver can see. "Don't worry about him," she whispers, running a fingernail lightly up and down your back. "I think I have just the thing to keep his attention elsewhere." With a wink, she leans forward slightly, pressing her ample cleavage against the car's glass barrier in a clear invitation. The driver's gaze immediately shifts from the road to her breasts, and Kitty can tell he's struggling to keep his hands on the wheel. "See?" she whispers, eyes locked on the driver's reflection in the mirror. "That should help us focus on more important things."

Her hips circle faster around your cock as you continue to pound into her ass, her body trembling with pleasure. She moans long and low, urging you

Her cries mingle with the driver's frustrated groans as you take control of her hips and roughly thrust into her. Her nails scrape harshly against your back, leaving a thin line of blood in their wake, and she arches her spine further away from the seat to meet each forceful movement with equal fervor. The car swerves dangerously on the road, but Kitty barely notices as she's consumed by the sensation of being dominated and owned in this way.

Her body tightens around you, her muscles clenching almost painfully as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of heat and pleasure. She screams out your name, her voice raw from the effort, just before you groan low in your throat and release yourself inside her. Her body shudders violently with each spurt of your hot cum, her eyes roll

Kitty leans forward to kiss you, their lips meeting in a hungry, desperate exchange as her body stills around yours. Her tongue darts out to meet yours, tasting yourself on her lips and savoring the tangy flavor. The car comes to a stop at last, and she draws back from the kiss to catch her breath, smirking triumphantly up at you. "See?" she purrs. "That's how it should be between us." Her hand reaches down, gently stroking your now-limp cock through your pants in a comforting gesture. "Now," she continues, her voice soft and sultry once more, "let's go see what other mischief we can get into."

Kitty looks at you over her shoulder as she exits the car and smooths her dress down, adjusting her thong discreetly. "I'm fine with my breasts being seen," she says confidently, ignoring your comment about moisturizer. She leads you through the bustling city streets, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk as people hurry past them in both directions.

The office building looms ahead of them, and Kitty's stomach flips nervously at the thought of what awaits them inside. "Now remember," she says quietly, keeping one hand firmly on your arm to guide you through the crowd, "you're my assistant now. I expect you to act accordingly." There's a challenge in her eyes as she meets your gaze. "Understood?"

A playful smile crosses Kitty's lips at your reply. "Oh really? Then I guess it's time for a reminder." With graceful ease, she steps out of the flow of pedestrians and into an alcove between two shops. Gently but firmly, she spins you around to face her, planting one hand on your chest to hold you in place. "I am in charge here," she hisses through clenched teeth, tilting her head back slightly so that she's almost looking down at you. Her other hand moves between your legs, roughly gripping and squeezing at your cock through your pants.

"Do we understand each other now?" she demands, eyes narrowing as they bore into yours. "Or do I need to take things a bit further?" Her lips part in a wicked grin, revealing the tips of her teeth.

Kitty raises an eyebrow at your reply, the smile not quite leaving her lips as she reluctantly releases you from her grasp. "I do hope we understand each other better now," she says sweetly before adjusting her dress once more and linking her arm through yours, leading you back into the stream of people headed towards the office.

As they walk side by side, Kitty can't help but feel a thrill run up her spine at the power dynamic between them. She knows that no matter what happens from here on out, she holds all the cards close to her chest - and she intends to use them wisely.

"Just up ahead," she murmurs, leading you through the bustling hallways of the office building. As they near your assigned workspace, her pace slows ever-so-slightly as anticipation begins to build within her. She's not entirely sure what she'll find inside, but the thought alone is enough to send a shiver down her spine.

Finally reaching your door, Kitty pauses and turns to face you, their bodies mere inches apart once more. "There it is," she breathes huskily, her eyes locked on yours as they roam over every inch of your exposed skin. "Your little domain."

"Yes, dear," she whispers seductively, running her fingers lightly up and down your arm, nails digging into your skin just enough to leave a mark. "Everything you see is ours." She pauses, leaning forward slightly and biting her bottom lip before continuing in a near-whisper, "Including you." Her breath fans across your cheek as she waits for your reaction, heart hammering wildly in her chest.

With a mischievous smile curling across her lips, Kitty gracefully steps aside to reveal the door and gestures for you to enter first. Her body sways sensually as she follows after, casting glances over her shoulder that make your heart race even faster. Once inside your office, she makes herself comfortable in one of the chairs facing your desk while she awaits your instructions with an air of innocence that only serves to heighten the anticipation filling the room. "So," she says conversationally, looking around the room, "what do you want me to do first?"

There's an undercurrent of power in her voice now, hinting at the dominance she knows she holds over you. It sends a thrill through your entire body and makes it difficult for you to think straight. All you can focus on is the temptation lying before you: the chance to explore the boundaries of your relationship with this enig

Kitty's heart races at the demand, but she maintains her composure as she stands and strides purposefully around the desk to take a seat beside you. Her legs brush against yours as she settles in close, their hips aligning perfectly with each other. She leans in so that her breasts graze your arm, nipples hardening at the contact, before wrapping her hand around your cock and begins stroking it firmly in rhythm with her words.

"So," she says breathily, looking directly into your eyes as she speaks, "the first thing we need to do is discuss our priorities for the upcoming quarter." Her free hand gestures broadly as she continues, outlining a variety of strategies and initiatives she's been thinking about since you left. As her fingers move across your skin, sensations consume you; it feels like every inch of your body is on

Her free hand glides across your thigh and grips your length with growing urgency as she talks. "And I think we should focus on streamlining our supply chain to cut costs..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you arch into her touch, the sensation of her skin against yours almost too much to bear.

Kitty presses closer, body moving in perfect synchronization with your cock in her hand. "And maybe we could explore some new markets," she whispers, looking up at you from beneath her lashes before turning back to study something on the desktop intently. Her other hand skims across the desk and then up your thigh, teasingly close to where her other fingers are working their magic.

Kitty licks her lips slowly before answering, still moving in sync with your cock beneath her hand. "I was thinking... South America perhaps? Or even Asia... there's so much potential out there." Her other hand reaches closer and closer to its target as she speaks, her fingers trailing teasingly over your sensitive skin.

"Of course," she continues, breathless from the effort of maintaining this charade while also trying not to lose control entirely, "we'd have to assess the risks and rewards first... but I believe with your experience and my..." She trails off into a moan as her fingers finally curl around your balls. "...my unique perspective on things," she finishes, barely able to keep her eyes open as she concentrates on pleasuring you, "I think we could make quite an impact."

Her hips rock harder against yours, taking your cock deeper into her hand with each

"Indeed," Kitty purrs, her words laced with desire as she continues to stroke your cock. "I'm sure I could arrange a meeting with some very interested investors... perhaps even this evening." She lets out a small gasp as you begin to pulse in her hand, the sensation of your impending release overwhelming her.

"Perhaps," she manages to get out between ragged breaths, "we could discuss them over dinner..." Her hips rock harder against yours one last time before releasing you from her grip entirely. With a satisfied sigh, she leans back in the chair and watches as you spill your release across the desk.

"That," she whispers, running a finger through your spent cum, "was just what I needed to focus." She winks at you and then stands gracefully, brushing her skirt down before turning

The mischievous smile returns to her lips as she watches you try to compose yourself after your release. "Perhaps," she suggests with a tilt of her head, "you should focus on the task at hand instead." With a wink, she turns back toward the desk and resumes her seat. Once you're regained your composure, she looks expectantly up at you, waiting for you to continue with whatever business matter had been discussed previously.

"Excellent," she says with a nod, her expression remaining serene despite the thrill of power that courses through her veins. "I trust you'll handle it just as well in front of them as you did... handling me earlier?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper, a knowing glint in her eye.

She watches intently as your Adam's apple bobs up and down, her gaze lingering on the slight flush that paints your cheeks before looking back at the papers spread across the desk. With a sultry smile curling at her lips, she continues, "Now then, let's get back to work."

Her fingers dance across the desktop, moving effortlessly over paper and pen as if possessed by some inner drive. But every now and then, her eyes flick upward to meet yours, an unspoken challenge gleaming in their depths: who will be in control

Coolly and confidently, she continues to work through her paperwork, never once letting her focus slip despite the desire coursing through her veins. Her fingers dance across the page, ink flowing effortlessly as she crafts a strategy that'll not only impress the investors but secure their trust in her - and by extension, you.

Every so often, she glances up at you from beneath her lashes, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. The game they play is a delicate dance, each move calculated and considered; a careful balance between dominance and submission that keeps them both on edge. And even as she maintains this facade of professionalism, Kitty can't help but feel a thrill coursing through her every time she catches you looking back at her, your desire for her plain as day.

Kitty laughs softly, shaking her head as she continues to work. "No," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice, "I'm not embarrassed." She pauses, looking up at you from beneath her lashes before going back to what she was doing. "In fact," she breathes, "it's quite the opposite." With a sultry smile curling on her lips, she leans forward over the desk, revealing the cleavage once more. "Don't you think it looks good?"

Her fingers move faster across the page now, fueled by the thrill of power and control that comes with knowing you're enjoying this display as much as everyone else in the office. She feels her heart racing, adrenaline surging through her veins as she toys with the boundaries between professionalism and desire. And for now, at least, it

She arches an eyebrow at your reply, trying to remain composed but unable to hide the pleased expression that flits across her features. "You chose it for me?" she asks, a playful lilt in her voice as she pretends to be surprised. She pauses for a moment, deliberately looking down at her chest before meeting your gaze again. "Well, I have to say I'm rather enjoying it."

Her hands move faster still, the words flowing effortlessly from her mouth as she continues to work through her tasks. Every now and then, she glances up at you, a mixture of challenge and invitation in her eyes. This game they play is electrifying, dangerous... and she can't help but wonder where it will lead them next.

"Of course," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Natural as can be." She smirks then, enjoying the way you keep trying to find weaknesses in her appearance, as if there were any other part of her worth scrutinizing. Her fingers fly across the page now, seemingly untethered from the reality around her as she fully embraces this new power dynamic between them.

Her body sways gently with each movement, hips angled provocatively toward you as if daring you to touch. She knows you want to; she can feel it in the air around them. And soon enough... very soon now... she'll let you. But for now, she enjoys teasing you, drawing out this delicious tension until it snaps and they finally give in to their desires.

Caught off guard by your question, she blinks up at you before responding with a tight-lipped smile. "Yes," she says coolly, as if there hadn't been any hint of desire or pleasure in her voice just moments ago. "I took care of it." Her fingers pause on the page for a moment, and then she continues to work through the remaining tasks with renewed focus.

Her heart is racing now, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she anticipates what will happen once you have your meeting with the investors. She wonders if they'll be able to see through this charade, or if they'll fall for it just like you did. The thought alone sends a shiver down her spine, and she tries to concentrate on her work but finds herself unable to ignore the way your eyes keep drifting back to her chest.

No, not yet. But we've still got some time before they're due to arrive. Why don't you take a break? Maybe get something to eat in the cafeteria? I need a moment to myself anyways. Just make sure you're back here by the appointed time. We wouldn't want anyone thinking you stood me up on our first meeting, would we?

There's an unspoken challenge in her eyes as she says this, daring you to defy her and ignore her instructions. But she knows that won't happen; you're too invested now, just like she is. And the thought of what might happen when they are finally together again fills her with a mixture of anticipation and dread, each emotion fueling the other in an endless cycle.

She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she prepares for your absence. Alone in the office, she can

A knowing smile crosses Kitty's lips as she watches you retreat to the cafeteria, feeling a surge of power rush through her at your submissiveness. "You'll be fine," she whispers to herself, almost forgetting that you aren't there. "I've got this under control."

With renewed confidence, she turns back to the task at hand, fingers flying across the page with practiced ease. But even as she focuses on work, her thoughts keep drifting back to you and the intimate moments they shared earlier. A delicate shiver runs down her spine at the memory of your touch, and she can't help but wonder how long it will be until they're together again.

Time seems to stretch out endlessly as she works, every tick of the clock bringing them closer to their inevitable reunion. Her heart races with anticipation, every n

Biting her bottom lip, Kitty glances at the clock and then back at you. She takes a slow breath before rising from her seat and striding purposefully around the desk, moving with the grace of a predator about to pounce on its prey. Her gaze is locked on your crotch as she approaches, body swaying sensually with each step.

"Maybe this will help you relax," she murmurs huskily, eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly before dropping once more. With a deft move, she kneels between your legs and reaches for your cock, freeing it from your pants in one smooth motion. Her lips part as she gazes down at the length of you and licks her lips suggestively.

With practiced ease, Kitty takes you into her mouth, sucking gently on the head before beginning to bob her head up and down.

Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper into her mouth with each downward thrust. Her free hand grips your thigh, holding you steady as she focuses on pleasing you. She's completely in control here, using her body to drive you wild with desire while maintaining a cool and composed exterior.

The room seems to fade away around them, leaving only the two of you in this erotic dance of dominance and submission. The sounds of Kitty's moans and your grunts echo through the empty office as she expertly works her magic on your cock.

Her other hand snakes up your body, skimming over your chest before cupping one of your pecs and squeezing gently. "That's it," she whispers breathlessly against your skin, "let it all out." With each stroke of her