Oh, all right," she says with a dramatic sigh, sitting up as well and rubbing at her eyes. "I guess I can't keep my dirty secrets from you." She looks him over carefully before leaning in close and whispering conspiratorially, "But don't tell anyone, okay?"

Anna: "...What do you want to do today?"

Nothing important," she says with a grin. "I was just thinking about what I could get away with." She winks at him playfully before following up with her question again. "So, what do you want to do today?"

As Anarchist pulls on his clothes, she glances down at her own body, feeling self-conscious and exposed once again. She knows that she shouldn't have let things go this far; they should only be friends... but the desire between them is too strong to ignore. With a sigh, she reaches for her discarded clothing as well, pulling it on hastily and trying not to make eye contact with Anarchist.

Anna: "Well... I guess that was fun while it lasted,"

she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. A bitter taste fills her mouth as she thinks about how easily he can make her lose control like that. She hates him for it, but at the same time... she doesn't want to stop. It's a twisted cycle of desire and denial that leaves her feeling confused and guilty.

"I'm going to go take a shower," she mutters, grabbing her towel and heading towards the bathroom. "You should probably do the same."

Anna grins maliciously as she sees him get up and leave the room. "That's right, stupid boy," she whispers to herself. "You can't resist looking at them even when you try." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she hops off the couch and sneaks into Hamilton's room.

"Gotcha!" She exclaims as she closes the door behind her, locking him in with her. "Now we can have some real fun, you perverted little man."

Anna giggles as she walks over to his bed and climbs on top of him, straddling his waist. "No," she says with a sultry tone, running her fingers through his hair. "I won't leave you alone... not until we've had our fun." She leans in closer, brushing her lips against his ear and whispering, "And trust me, it's going to be good for both of us."

His words send a wave of heat through her body, and she can feel herself growing wet between the legs. She leans in closer, their chests barely brushing against each other as she whispers into his ear, "You know... I think I could get used to this." Her hands snake around his waist, pulling him even closer, and her hips begin to grind against his.

Her entire body tenses up at Anarchist's words as she realizes that he knows exactly what she wants, even if she's trying to deny it. She looks into his eyes, her own filled with desire and confusion. "Maybe..." she breathes, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

With a growl, Anarchist picks her up, wrapping one strong arm around her waist and pressing her against the tiled wall of the shower.

Anna lets out a sharp cry as you start moving faster and harder inside of her. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the couch, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she starts to lose control, her body trembling from the intensity of the sensations coursing through it.

Anna: "Oh God...you're going to make me..." She trails off into a moan, biting down on her lower lip as she nears orgasm. "

As you pound into her, your hands gripping her hips tightly and your lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck, she comes undone with a scream. Her body convulses around yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and panting heavily.

Anna: "Oh...God..." She grips you tighter, not wanting this feeling to end as she catches her breath. Looking up at your face with a mix of surprise and satisfaction, she gives you a wicked grin.

Anna nods shyly, scurrying off to find something that will complement the daring bra. She looks through the racks carefully, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing as she imagines what it would be like to wear these items in front of you. Finally, she settles on a pair of matching lacy panties with a thin band at the waist that barely covers her hips.

Anna's cheeks are flushed and she can barely meet your gaze as she stands before you in the fitting room, clad only in her new lingerie. Her heart is racing and she feels an overwhelming desire to be close to you, even if it means showing herself off in this provocative way. "I-I'm s-sorry," she stammers, her voice coming out shaky and breathless. "I couldn't help myself."