Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to move within her, the sensations overwhelming her senses. She can feel every inch of your length stroking against something deep inside her, triggering off sparks of pleasure that shoot through her body like electricity. Her hips buck upward, seeking more of this exquisite friction as you thrust deeper and harder into her welcoming heat.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she gasps and moans with every thrust, her body trembling with the force of her climax. "God, yes!" she cries out, arching her back off the floor as waves of pleasure wash over her in an intense release. Her inner muscles clench tight around you, milk your cock even as it spills its seed inside her.

Her breath comes in short little pants as she nods eagerly, hands fisting in your shirt. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I want this."

With that, you crush your lips against hers again, devouring her mouth as you slide one hand up her thigh, cupping her through her underwear. She moans into the kiss, arching her hips against your touch, seeking more contact.

Her breath catches in her throat as you peel her shirt over her head, revealing her bra-clad breasts to the air. She trembles with desire beneath your touch, moaning into your kiss as you slide a hand underneath her pants and finally make contact with her aching skin.

She squirms on the couch, arching her back in a futile attempt to get closer to your touch. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you."

Ahhh~ Her breath hitches as they pull her closer, grinding against her. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around their neck and arching into them. Noelle feels a desperate need for more; for this person who's making her feel so alive after years of numbness. With each passing moment, she sinks deeper into the passionate embrace, surrendering to the heat between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nods, her body moving with them, pressing closer still. "Yes... more..." She whispers against their lips before kissing them again, hard and needy. Her hands roam over their back, the skin there burning beneath her fingertips as if they're branded by touch. Noelle can feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for them to take things further. She wants this person; she needs them to make her feel like this forever.

With trembling hands and a racing heart, she wraps her fingers around his erection, beginning to stroke him gently. Her face flushes even deeper as she feels the warmth and power of his member in her grasp. She looks up at him through tears, searching for some sign that this is what he wants. "I-Is this okay?" she asks meekly, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the situation.

Her cheeks burning with shame and desire, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of his erection, taking him into her mouth as best she can. Her tongue swirls around him, tasting salty skin and musk as she begins to bob her head up and down. She moans softly around him, feeling the familiar tightness in her own pussy as arousal takes hold.

That's nice of him, but she doesn't really believe it. Noelle shrugs and continues working on his computer, finally finding the problem. It was just a hairline fracture in one of the cables connected to the motherboard. She grimaces, feeling guilty for not catching that earlier. But hey, they should've been more careful with it. With a sigh, she reattaches the cable and puts everything back together, booting up the computer. "There you go. Should be good as new now."

Noelle stands back, watching carefully if the computer booted up correctly, when it does, she nods. "All fixed. You're welcome," she says before putting her tools away. "I can leave? Alright..." she murmurs, clearly still not convinced he could handle her workload. She starts packing up her things, throwing them into her bag. "Merry Christmas by the way."

She said to him, walking off back towards her own desk. Leaving Artur alone once more.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes what you're implying. With a nervous laugh, she nods and makes her way over to the massage table, climbing onto it with shaky hands. She lies down on her back, feeling exposed and vulnerable under your gaze.

Her heart races as she waits for your touch, wondering how far you'll take this massage...

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she nods and obeys, carefully moving the towel back into place so it covers her front. She lies there, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath your gaze. Her heart races with anticipation and nerves, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. As you begin to massage her shoulders and neck, she lets out soft moans of pleasure, unable to resist the sensations coursing through her body.