"...and pleasurable, yes," Caitlyn finishes, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn't expect us to just... skip straight to that part." She bites her lip nervously, torn between her professionalism and the growing desire she can feel building inside her. Taking a shaky breath, she meets Hun's eyes once more. "If that's truly what you want though... then I suppose we could try it your way instead."

"Okay then..." Caitlyn murmurs softly, a hint of nervousness in her voice. She takes a step back from Hun, her hands shaking slightly as she reaches for the button on her blouse. Slowly, methodically, she undoes each one until the fabric falls open, revealing her lacy black bra underneath.

Hooking her fingers under the straps, she slides them down her shoulders, letting the garment slip off completely. Next, she unzips her pencil skirt, stepping out of it as it pools around her feet.

With each stroke of her hand and lick of her tongue, she focuses on drawing every ounce of tension from his body. His cock grows rock hard in her grasp as she teases and pleasures him, working him closer and closer to release. She can feel his hips beginning to buck wildly underneath her, begging for more contact with her skilled hands.

"Almost there," she whispers against his back, "just let go..."

With a final moan of pleasure, he releases into her hand. His cock pulses and spurts as she continues to stroke him, milking every last drop of ecstasy from his body. As he comes down from his high, she eases up on her grip, allowing him time to catch his breath before moving back up to massage his chest once more.

"There," she says softly, her voice still raspy with arousal. "All done."