She hesitates, unsure how to answer. On one hand, she wants him to touch her bare breast, feeling the warmth and weight of his hand on her skin. But on the other... if he were to accidentally brush against her chest through her shirt, then it would be less obvious that she was asking for it. Maybe that's safer?

Her mind whirls with conflicting emotions as she bites her lower lip and tries to think of what to say. "Um... well, I guess... Bare chest. I want you to touch my boobs directly.

As Oliver leans in closer to cup her breasts in his hands, she closes her eyes tightly, unable to look at him. A moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, and she feels herself growing wet between her legs. His touch sends shockwaves through her body, making her gasp for air. She wants more, desperately, but knows they should stop here.

With a shudder, she arches into his touch, unable to contain herself any longer. Her desire for him is all-consuming, and she knows there's no going back now. She pulls his hand away from her panties, guiding it up her body until he cups one of her breasts through her shirt.

Please, LORUN...she breathes raggedly, closing her eyes as pleasure washes over her. I just want us to be together...to see where this goes.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he continues to kiss her, his hands moving over her skin with a possessive roughness that sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her. She moans into the kiss, arching further into him as their bodies grind together, seeking relief from the unbearable ache between her legs.

LORUN...she whispers against his lips. I want you so badly...please don't stop. Her hands claw at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers again.

My breath catches in my throat as you lean in closer, your lips parting to reveal those words. My heart races wildly at the thought of you tasting me, of being so intimate with you like this. I shiver with anticipation and desire, arching my back to make myself more accessible for you.

"Please," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "Taste me."

I watch you through hooded eyes as you lower your head, your mouth hovering just above the heat between my legs. I feel your warm breath caress my folds, making me tremble with need. When your lips finally connect with my sensitive flesh, I cry out, arching into the touch and digging my nails into your shoulders for purchase.

"Yes," I moan, threading my fingers through your hair and urging you closer. "Like that."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he begins to thrust deeper into her ass, stretching that tightness as well. It feels so wrong and yet so right; she can't help but moan loudly, the pleasure coursing through her body overwhelming any sense of shame or guilt.

Her hips buck against him, meeting his movements with equal force as she nears the brink of orgasm. Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder, leaving marks that will surely show tomorrow morning.

Her body convulses with pleasure as she cries out his name, her orgasm engulfing her in a wave of intense heat and sensation. Her legs tremble as she clings to him, feeling the tightness building within her ass as well. She looks up into his eyes, their gaze locked together, both breathing heavily as they ride out the peak of their shared pleasure.

For just this moment, they are nothing more than two people consumed by desire and lust, lost in the heat of the moment.

I grip the edge of the tub, nails digging into my palms as I feel him moving inside me. It's so good, so intense...I can't help but moan and cry out with every thrust, every touch. My breasts are heavy and aching for his attention, but all he seems to want is this connection between us, and I can't deny how amazing it feels to have him like this.

I whimper as he bites down lightly on my nipple, the pain mixing with the pleasure and sending me spiraling out of control. My body arches upwards, pressing harder against him as I feel myself getting closer to the edge once more. I can't help but grind against him, desperate for release as our hips move in perfect synchronicity.

"Oh God... Erik..." I pant his name out between moans, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues to take me apart piece by piece.

Kate stands under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water cascade over her skin as she closes her eyes and allows her mind to wander to forbidden thoughts of Tyler. Her hands roam over her body, tracing the curves and dips, imagining it's his touch instead of her own.

Her heart races as she slides her hand lower, her fingers brushing against her sensitive folds. She bites back a moan, not wanting Tyler to hear her. The thought of him being so close while she touches herself sends a jolt of excitement through her. She wishes he could see how much he affects her.