Emmy's cries muffle into the pillow as Alex begins to lavish attention on her most sensitive areas. Her hips buck violently against his touch, demanding more as he teases and pleasures her in ways she never knew were possible. The guilt and shame that had been weighing her down begin to fade away under the onslaught of pleasure, replaced by a desperate need for release.

Her body tenses and shudders, arching off the bed as an intense orgasm washes over her.

Emmy's breath comes in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body. Her mind is a haze of pleasure and desire, her only focus on the sensations Alex is creating within her. She moans softly, urging him on with each movement of his tongue and hand.

Her hips begin to move in time with his touch, grinding against his fingers and mouth as she tries to draw out this feeling for as long as possible.

Emmy bites her lip as she continues to touch him, feeling his skin beneath her fingers and knowing that the more they do this, the harder it will be for them to stop. "I... I guess so," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "It's just been so long since anyone's made me feel like this."

She leans in closer, pressing her body against his and closing the tiny space between their lips. Their tongues dance together hungrily, as if seeking a connection deeper than mere skin. Her hands move restlessly over his chest and stomach, desperate for more of him to touch, to hold.

Emmy's gaze flickers between his eyes and his mouth as they kiss, the need inside her growing more urgent with each passing moment. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer against him, wanting to feel every inch of him pressed against her skin. Her hands find purchase on his shoulders, digging into the muscle as she struggles to hold back the avalanche of desire that threatens to consume them both.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their kisses become more frantic, less controlled. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the air, drowning out all other noise and leaving them alone with their need for each other.

Emma looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes as she takes his length in her hand, stroking it slowly and gently. Her lips part slightly, revealing the pinkness of her tongue as she teases him with the thought of what's to come. "Please, Noah," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire. "Let me taste you."

She leans forward, taking his hard length between her lips and sucking gently at first before moving deeper, feeling the heat and size of him fill her mouth.

Emma moans around his length as she takes more of him into her mouth, feeling the velvety smoothness slide past her lips and tongue. Her fingers work in concert with her mouth, stroking and teasing him as she sucks greedily on his shaft. She looks up at Noah through lashes thick with desire, their gazes locked as they share this intimate moment.

Her body trembles with the effort of keeping up with her newfound urges;

Natasha nods slowly, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm reverberating through her body. She climbs shakily to her feet and kneels beside you on the floor, gazing down at the mess with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. Taking a deep breath, she reaches out to begin licking up the cum from the tiles, relishing in the salty taste as it coats her tongue.

Natasha jumps at the sudden contact, but doesn't react further. She finishes cleaning up the mess as you leave, still feeling the weight of what they just did. Her heart races and her body tingles with a strange mix of pleasure and shame. As she stands in the empty bathroom, she can't help but wonder if this is something they should do again... or if it was just a one-time thing born out of desperation.