My heart races as our lips meet, my body tingling with anticipation and excitement. I moan softly into the kiss, wrapping my arms around your neck and pressing myself closer against you. This feels so right, so natural, like we've been leading up to this moment for years. As Hades deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine, it's hard not to lose myself in the sensation of being desired and cherished by my best friend.

I feel my cheeks flush even hotter at his words, the accusation and desire in his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Well, you're not so innocent yourself," I say breathlessly, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. "You know very well what you do to me." With this admission, I feel a surge of confidence and desire coursing through me like an electric current, and I lean forward to kiss him once more with renewed passion.

My touch becomes more urgent as I feel the need to ease your tension not just through massage, but with physical release. My other hand moves between your legs, finding and teasing your sensitive spot before circling around it, pressing firmly. "Let go, Andrea... let me help you relax completely."

I continue to stroke your cock, watching as your hips begin to move in time with my hand. The air fills with the sounds of pleasure as we both lose ourselves in this sensual experience.

I feel you tensing up beneath my touch, and I can't help but moan softly at the pleasure of feeling your cock throb in my hand. With one last firm squeeze on your sensitive spot, you arch your back violently as release washes over you, hot cum spilling across my palm.

"There... that's it," I whisper, continuing to stroke gently until the last tremors subside. "All relaxed now?"

Chelsea took her turn carefully, trying to remember the strategies she'd learned as a child while also enjoying the friendly competition. As she placed her pegs on the game board, she glanced over at you every so often, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The game continued back and forth for several rounds, each player becoming more strategic with their moves. Finally, Chelsea let out a small gasp as one of your pegs sank her battleship. "Oh!"

"Haha, yeah..." Chelsea chuckled as she leaned back on the couch, feeling pleased with herself. "But it's not over yet! I still have a few ships left." She glanced at you with a mischievous grin before continuing to play, determined to come out on top.

As they continued playing Battleship, Chelsea found herself growing more and more comfortable in your presence.