Lynx steps closer to you, her breath coming faster as she meets your eyes. "I've always wanted to know what it would be like..." Her voice trails off, her fingers tentatively reaching up to brush against your arm. "I mean, if we...you know..." She swallows hard, feeling an ache growing between her legs at the thought of finally getting what she's been wanting for so long.

"Would you...?" She asks softly, her eyes pleading with you to understand what she means. "

You nod slowly, your gaze locked on hers as you take in the desire and uncertainty etched into her features. "I would," you say softly, reaching up to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Your fingers trail down her shoulder, skimming over the skin of her arm before coming to rest at the small of her back.

She lets out a shuddery breath and leans forward, pressing her body against yours. Her lips part as she searches your eyes for any sign that this is what you truly want, need.

With one last thrust of your tongue, you send her over the edge, and she cries out as her body convulses around your face. Her tight walls squeeze your fingers like a vice, drawing out every last moan from deep within her throat. She comes down from her orgasm slowly, panting heavily and feeling the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her entire body.

"That was... I can't even describe it..."

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes just how loud she was. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters, looking down at the floor. "I didn't mean to..." Her words trail off as you lift her back up and press your hard length against her wet folds.

"Don't be sorry." You murmur before sliding slowly inside of her. She moans softly, feeling you stretch her and filling her completely in one smooth motion.

she says with a wink, "to see how well you've cleaned up." And then she's gone, leaving you sprawled naked and exhausted on the couch. But despite it all, there's a strange sense of satisfaction coursing through your veins. You can't wait to see what she has in store for you next.

When you finally emerge from the bathroom, dressed in the feminine clothing Lynx left out for you, your heart is racing. You feel incredibly exposed in the lacy bra and panties, not to mention the frilly skirt that swishes around your legs as you walk.

You hear her voice before she even appears; "Well, well, look who decided to dress up." She steps into the room, a satisfied grin on her face. You can't help but blush under her gaze. "