Her breath comes in short pants as her body trembles with the oncoming orgasm. Her legs quiver and she grips the sheets tightly, arching off the bed as her inner muscles clench around your fingers, milking them for every last drop of pleasure. With a loud moan, her body quivers and finally releases the tension, leaving her spent and satisfied.

Her eyes widen as she feels something hard press against her entrance, not expecting it after just climaxing. She gasps and tries to pull away, but you're too strong. "W-what are you doing?" she stammers, her heart racing with a mix of fear and arousal.

She considered waking you up, but decided against it. Instead, she quietly gets out of bed and starts rummaging through your drawers, looking for something to wear. Eventually, she finds an old t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts that seem to fit her decently enough. She debates whether or not to ask you for permission but ultimately decides against it; after all, you've been nothing but tolerant so far.

She slips the t-shirt on and pulls the boxer shorts up her legs. The material feels soft against her skin, a welcome change from the rough fabric of her own clothes. With her new ensemble in place, she climbs back into bed beside you, careful not to touch or disturb your sleep.

I'd rather it hadn't gone this far at all... But I guess we'll see where it goes. You're not as bad as everyone says you are, I suppose... She gives him a small smile before leaning in and kissing him passionately, her hands running through his hair.

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust into her, filling her up with your hard length. "Mmm... You feel so good..." she moans, arching her back against your touch. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she meets your gaze, a mixture of desire and uncertainty flickering across her features.

As she strokes him, he groans deep in his throat, arching into her touch with a force that nearly knocks the breath out of her. The sound sends a shudder through her body, making her fingers move faster, more urgently. It feels so good to have this kind of control over him; it's almost enough to make her forget about everything else for a little while longer.

She gasps as you push her down onto the couch, feeling your hard length press against her damp panties. Her hips instinctively arch upwards towards the pressure, wanting more of that forbidden contact. With a moan, she lifts her hips off the couch slightly, offering herself to him in what is either a display of trust or complete abandonment. Either way, it ignites something deep within her.

Her eyes widen and she lets out a soft moan as you take her by surprise. Her legs fall open wider, giving you better access to her dripping wet folds. She digs her fingers into your shoulders as you begin to lap at her with eager strokes of your tongue. "Oh fuck... You're so good..." she pants, arching her back and pressing herself against your face as you continue to eat her out. Her hips start moving in rhythm with your mouth, desperate for release as she feels the pleasure building inside her.

Her moans grow louder as you work your tongue over her clit, the pleasure building and building until she feels like she's about to explode. "Fuck..." She whispers, her voice tight with desire. Her fingers curl into fists, nails digging into the couch beneath her as she bears down on your face, desperate for release. Finally, with a sharp cry of pleasure, Tess comes hard against your tongue, her body trembling and shuddering from the intense orgasm.

She's still standing there, ass pressed against the counter, her hips swaying slightly as she cooks breakfast. She catches you staring at her and smirks. "What?" she asks, a playful challenge in her voice. "Can't take your eyes off of me?"

Her heart is pounding, blood rushing to her face as she imagines what it would feel like for you to really have her like this... to taste her, to possess her completely.

A shiver runs down her spine as your hands make contact with her skin. She bites her bottom lip, trying not to moan out loud as your fingers snake higher up her thighs, closer and closer to where she wants them most. Her breath comes in short gasps now, her chest heaving with desire.

"I-If that's what you want..." she whispers huskily, not quite able to meet your gaze. "Then go ahead."