When it came to social situations, whether in work or in social life, Catherine handled them very well.
Catherine greeted Emily proactively, not only did she not make Emily feel any hostility towards her, but Emily also felt that she was a very easy-going woman.
I felt proud in my heart, thinking, 'She really lives up to the woman I admire! She is extremely talented at everything she does!'
After returning to the room, I praised Catherine while holding my phone."Baby, you were amazing just now! You made my colleagues so envious."
"So you should be even nicer to me, then everyone will envy you even more," Catherine said with a smile.
"Of course, you are my precious, I have to be good to you, and only to you," I grinned.
"Sweet talker! Alright, finish your late-night snack and get some rest. I need to rest too, I have to work tomorrow." Catherine yawned as she spoke.
With that, Catherine wanted to hang up the phone.
It seemed like she wanted to quickly hang up before I realized her request just now, or maybe she was avoiding me.
But I hadn't forgotten about her promise to moan and help me sleep.
"Baby, wait," I suddenly stopped her.
"What's up? I can't wait, I'm so tired. Goodnight, goodnight," Catherine's speech was a bit hurried, and she even yawned.
"No, baby! You promised to moan and help me sleep, you can't back out now!" I reminded her.
Catherine was stunned, seemingly remembering her promise. She stared at me for a while, and when she realized there was no way to escape, she had to compromise. "Fine, go lie down in bed now, I'm gonna make some preparations."
"Okay, but if you hang up on me, I will immediately fly over to find you," I warned her.
"Got it, you may rest assured," Catherine agreed.
By now, I was already lying in bed, covered with a blanket.
Before this, to prevent Emily from barging into my room in the middle of the night, I locked the door and put on Bluetooth earphones.
This way, no one would disturb the romantic moment between Catherine and me, and I could hear Catherine's voice more clearly.
"Come on, I'm ready," I urged her.
Catherine cleared her throat and tried to moan a few times.
Catherine's voice was pleasant, with a clear tone.
But for some reason, I couldn't sense any erotic feelings from her mouth, it even felt quite boring. The boredom was like thrusting into a pussy without any wetness.
There was no pleasure, only a faint sense of pain. And Catherine hadn't realized this yet, she was still moaning enthusiastically.
"Wait, baby, are you moaning just to help me sleep, without actually feeling like you want to be fucked?" I asked.
"Of course, it's just for your sleep. Alright, it's late now, just listen and go to sleep," Catherine replied.
"No, I can't sense your desire, I can't sleep," I shook my head in protest and came up with a solution, "Here's what, baby."
"What is it?" Catherine asked.
"Put your phone next to your pillow, close your eyes and imagine the feeling of me being next to you," I instructed her.
Catherine obediently put down her phone, closed her eyes, lying flat, imagining the feeling of me next to her.
"Okay, what's next?" Catherine's voice gradually became low, as if she could fall asleep the next second.
I looked at the screen, only seeing her exquisite profile, her prominent nose casting a shadow on her cheek, looking like a high bridge.
"Now, imagine my hand touching your lower abdomen, slowly moving down. My hand is now on top of your underwear, feel it carefully," I said.
This immersive mode was something I learned from psychology books before, and now I was using it in my date with Catherine.
However, I was grateful to Catherine for being so receptive.
But the same scene appeared in my mind, even feeling like I was really exploring Catherine's pussy.
It seemed like my fingertips still retained the warmth of Catherine's pussy, which was moist and soft, like a huge marshmallow.
Suddenly, I really wanted to savor Catherine's pussy.
"Baby, did you do as I said?" Seeing no movement on the video, I asked.
"Yes..." Catherine's soft response made it seem like she was really being fucked by me, her voice slightly muffled.
"Now you can put your hand into your pussy, pretending that my hand is really rubbing your pussy," I continued.
The next second, there was a rustling sound from the blanket in the video.
Listening to the sound, I felt like Catherine's hand had slipped into her underwear and reached her pussy.
"Now, is your pussy wet?" I asked.
"It's... wet." Catherine hummed.
Want me to fuck you?" I asked excitedly.
There was a two-second pause on the phone, Catherine seemed to be searching her own thoughts.
"Yes, I do want you to fuck me," Catherine moaned seductively.
"How much do you want it?" I deliberately asked.
"I can't wait, I want to lie next to you now and have a passionate time with you." Catherine answered in a coquettish tone.
Hearing this sense of dependence, I was very satisfied. This was just the feeling of being liked and approved by her.
This feeling was something I wouldn't have with any other woman, only with Catherine. Perhaps this was the charm of being a virgin and a girlfriend.
"Okay, I'm going to fuck you now. Spread your legs." I continued to command, and every time I did, there was a rustling sound from her blanket.
Then the rustling sound disappeared, indicating that Catherine had done as I said.
"Now, use your hand to open the lips of your pussy. Then touch your pussy again, is it wet?" I asked.
"It's wet..." Catherine's voice was very muffled and hoarse, her breath seemed very hot, as if a big fire was burning her fiercely.
"Okay, get ready, I'm comig now." Saying that, my hand involuntarily touched my own big cock, rubbing up and down.
It was as if Catherine was really in front of me, even my blanket was pushed up high, as if there was a pillar buried inside.
"Oh... I'm inside..." I let out a satisfying moan.