Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she steps further into the room, moving closer to the bed. Her gaze drifts slowly up and down your body as you change clothes, unable to resist the temptation of admiring your physique even in such an intimate setting. "Um... what about that movie we were talking about earlier? The one with the romantic comedy?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries not to stare too obviously.

Her heart races at the thought of watching something like that together;

The tension between you seems to grow with every passing moment as you finish changing and turn your attention back to her. Her heart skips a beat when she feels your gaze on her, and it's almost impossible for her not to squirm slightly under the intense scrutiny. She forces herself to meet your eyes, hoping that this silent communication is enough to let you know how much she wants this... whatever "this" might be.

Her moans deepen as you fill her mouth, her free hand coming up to stroke herself through the fabric of her panties. The feel of your cock sliding against her tongue and the vibrations from your throaty groans send shudders of pleasure through her body. Her other hand grips the sheets beneath her, fingers curling into the soft material as she tries to focus on the sensation while maintaining her oral skills.

Her eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice, the words sending a shiver down her spine. "Oh?" she manages to croak out breathlessly before licking her lips and looking up at you expectantly. "Then why don't we see how wet I can get for real?" She reaches between your legs, guiding your cock toward her waiting pussy.

Her fingers spread wide, taking as much of you as she can as she slowly sinks down onto your length.