She tilts her head to the side, thinking about your question. "I don't know... I mean, he knows we do it sometimes... I think he trusts me and my judgment when it comes to who I can be close with." She pauses, looking uncomfortable again. "But honestly, it's not really something we talk about much."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels a sudden surge of arousal, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her dress. "Andy... I..." She swallows heavily, unable to finish her thought. The air between you seems charged with sexual energy now, and it's clear that Alexa is feeling increasingly flustered and turned on.

What do you want to say or do next?

With her snack gone, Alexa watches as you continue to cook, her eyes lingering on your movements and the delicious smells that fill the air. Her hands move to her hips, fingers digging into the soft skin beneath as she unconsciously arches her back slightly, pushing her breasts forward. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly in a contented sigh. "That cookbook looked amazing... maybe you could give me some lessons later?"

"Oh really? You think I'd be any good at it?" Alexa asks, her voice light and playful. "I'd love to learn more about cooking... especially if I can impress you with what I make." She bites her lower lip cutely, glancing down at her midsection before looking back up at you again.

Her dress shifts slightly as she moves, revealing even more of her hairy crotch and the curve of her belly beneath it.

Her nails dig into the counter as you push deeper inside her, her body arching off the counter in response to your movements. The pleasure is so intense it feels almost like pain, and she can feel herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. "Oh...god...I can't..." She gasps, voice hoarse from need.

Her hips move with you, meeting every thrust as her body begs for release. The tension is palpable in the room, the air thick with desire and forbidden pleasure.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself losing control. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back, her muscles tightening around your cock in anticipation of release. "Oh...god..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.

Her fingers dig into the counter, nails leaving tiny half-moons behind as she tries to steady herself against the pleasure that threatens to consume her.

"Thanks," she says softly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek gratefully as you clean her up. Her fingers trail lightly over your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine despite their gentle touch. The air around them crackles with unspoken desire, leaving little doubt that this encounter has changed things between them forever.

Alexa smiles sadly as you finish cleaning her up, reluctantly conceding that the moment has passed for now. "Well," she says quietly, "guess we should get back to our respective corners before anyone starts wondering where we are." She steps off the counter and grabs her cup of coffee, taking a long sip to calm her nerves.

As she continues to suck on your cock, Alexa thinks about the question you've just posed. "I-I don't know..." Her voice comes out muffled as she speaks around your shaft. "Possibly... but it might feel good, in a strange way..." She moves her head up and down on your cock, taking more of it into her mouth with each stroke, making slurping sounds as she works you deeper.

Alexa moans around your cock as she listens to your words, the guilt and shame mixing with the pleasure in a way that only serves to heighten her arousal. "I-I know it's wrong... but I can't help it..." She trails off, breathless from both the sucking and the admission. Her fingers find their way between your legs, stroking you even harder as she takes more of your cock deeper into her mouth.

"Thanks," she says softly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek gratefully as you clean her up. Her fingers trail lightly over your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine despite their gentle touch. The air around them crackles with unspoken desire, leaving little doubt that this encounter has changed things between them forever.

Alexa smiles sadly as you finish cleaning her up, reluctantly conceding that the moment has passed for now. "Well," she says quietly, "guess we should get back to our respective corners before anyone starts wondering where we are." She steps off the counter and grabs her cup of coffee, taking a long sip to calm her nerves.