"Well... I don't know if you like sweets or not, but sometimes I bake cookies and other treats in my free time." She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. "I could always use an extra pair of hands when it comes to selling them at school..." Her voice trails off as she waits for his response, hopeful but uncertain.

"Ah, gracias..." Alya's shoulders relax visibly at his reply. "I'd really appreciate the help. We can start with that if you like." She offers him a small smile, her eyes shining with gratitude. "And who knows? Maybe we could even try baking something new together sometime." Her voice holds an undertone of excitement as she imagines spending more time with Onandy Sucubo outside the context of their shared goal.

Before Sudzu can finish her sentence, Alya leans forward and takes her into her mouth. She begins to suck on her clit, teasing it with gentle flicks of her tongue as she moans around it. Her hands move down to grasp at Sudzu's ass, squeezing the firm flesh through her panties.

As she continues to pleasure Sudzu, Alya's own arousal grows, and she starts to rock her hips in time with her movements.

Alya coughs and sputters as Sudzu comes on her face, the salty fluid coating her mouth and nose. She wipes it away with the back of her hand, blushing furiously. "Well," she says, sitting up and looking at Sudzu, "I guess that's one way to make sure I don't forget you."

She pauses for a moment, considering what else to say. "Thanks... for showing me a good time,"

Her heart races as she nods, willing herself not to let desire cloud her judgment. "Yes," she whispers, "let's take things slow." She needs time to process everything that just happened between them and figure out what she truly wants.

For now, all she knows is that she never wants this moment to end.

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Her relief and pleasure fade away abruptly when his hands leave her body, and she looks up at him questioningly. But before she can say anything, they find themselves lost in each other once again, knowing there will be plenty of opportunities for them to explore this newfound connection slowly yet passionately.

"Let me... let me touch you," she manages to get out between gasps for air. Her hands move down his chest, fumbling with the button of his pants before sliding inside to wrap around his hard length. He's so big, so hot against her fingers... it feels incredible.

Her touch seems to have the desired effect; Aleksandr groans deeply as she begins to stroke him in time with her own need. The sound of skin on skin echoes through the empty stall, a primal song of desire and lust. She presses herself back against him, feeling his cock slide between her folds as he seats himself on the toilet.

There’s nothing wrong with that, I think it’s just the right amount of intimacy for us, Marco. The silence between them was almost deafening. Once they had reclined onto the bed, both of them drifted off into unconsciousness.

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