Do the thing(Varrick/ZhuLi)
Varrick and Zhu Li
They should've been at the meeting 20 minutes ago, and if anyone caught them it would sure be on the front page of Republic City, and it would probably take a few hundred yuans to remove the 'scandal' from the public. Even if they had been dating for the past four years.
The press would pay good money to find Zhu Li Moon sprawled out on Varricks mahogany desk with her skirt hiked up to her hips, garter and thigh highs showing, with her panties hanging off one ankle as Varrick kissed and bit at her thighs.
He finally moved forward, burying his face into her heat. He lapped at her wet folds as she attempted to grab onto the desk, knocking an ink pot to the ground below.
"Sir!" She wailed, but quickly covered her own mouth, not wanting anyone to hear them.
She whined and fisted his hair as he sunk two fingers into her. She was already on edge, he had been a mood since they woke up, and he'd been teasing her relentlessly all day.
He pulled away when she had grown close, making her wail in frustration.
"Shh miss Moon, we don't to be found out," he undid his slacks, his cock straining against his zipper.
"Sir," she reached down and rubbed herself.
He moved her hand away, used her excessive wetness to lube up his already leaking cock.
She bit her lip so hard she could taste blood as he pressed in. There was a damn good reason you could see his dick print in slacks, it was something to take.
He kissed her once he bottomed out, licking away the blood on her lips.
She quickly started grinding against him, "more, more, please, fuck me sir," she whined in his ear.
He picked up speed and he wrapped his hand around her throat as she grew louder. She became flushed.
"Sometimes I think you want them to find you spread out like this," he switched his position, finding her g-spot.
She loved when he got like this, but today she couldn't form a witty come back, he was nailing her g-spot, clouding her thoughts.
She almost yelled at him when he pulled out, but her protests where shut off when he flipped her over, grabbed her hips and speared her on his cock again.
"Yes, yes!" She spread her legs further as he slammed into her, holding onto the side of the big desk.
"You're gonna look so pretty with my cum leaking out of your cunt," he spoke lowly into her ear.
Her eyes rolled back and she moaned out a little louder than she meant to "yes, please, please!"
He continued to pound into her, her legs were shaking and if they'd touched the ground beforehand, they certainly weren't now.
"I'm gonna cum sir," she clawed at the table.
"Go ahead, think I can make you squirt baby?" He snapped in, seemingly deeper.
"Yes, yes, yes," she babbled and came, toes curling.
She bit her own knuckles because he wasn't stopping, he just kept going, giving her no time to calm down, promoting another, smaller orgasm quickly after her first.
He reached around and rubbed her clit, making her bites her knuckles harder, she was overcome with pleasure.
She lost it again, except this time she squirted all over his cock.
"Fuckfuckfuck," he stilled, freezing up, then he was cumming in her, filling her up so much it dripped out of her already.
He slowly pulled out and steadied himself on shaky legs.
There, on his desk laid Ms. Zhu Li Moon on her stomach, red faced, hair mused, glasses askew, skirt hiked up to her stomach, pussy and ass on display, pussy, red and gaped, dripping cum onto the floor beneath.
He helped her stand up, took her to the attached bathroom to get her cleaned up.
They never did make it to that meeting, but they definitely did the thing.