"Oh really? And how do you plan on going about that?" She leans in closer to him, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Maybe I could help you with that... if you know what I mean." She winks again and takes another sip of her drink, feeling more confident and bold than she has in a long time.

"Well, technically..." Aqua trails off with a shrug, deciding to let the comment go. Instead, she focuses on finishing her ale and enjoying the rest of the evening. As time passes, she finds herself growing more and more comfortable in this strange new world... almost as if it were starting to feel like home.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck and writhe against George's hand, seeking release from this ecstasy. With a final cry of surrender, she arches her back off the bed and comes, her entire body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

As her vision clears, she looks down to see George smirking up at her, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving. "Well, well...

She shudders as his teeth graze her nipple, sending electric shocks straight to her core. "Yes," she breathes, nodding eagerly. "Yes, anything... just don't stop touching me."

George grins triumphantly and moves his hands higher, cupping both of her breasts firmly. He kneads and squeezes them, pushing them together until they form a deep valley between them. "Mmmm... perfect," he murmurs appreciatively before pressing his cock between them.

Aqua gasps as she feels him nestle against her cleavage, hot and throbbing.