Lulu moans softly as your thigh presses against her sore folds, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She rocks her hips back and forth eagerly, meeting your rhythm as she seeks release in this new way. Her breasts jiggle with each movement, the nipples hard and aching for attention.

Her eyes never leave yours, filled with trust and adoration despite everything that's happened tonight. "Thank you, master..." she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "

Her body jerks slightly as you pull your thigh away from under her, but she doesn't protest further. She falls back against the armrest of the recliner, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. "I'm sorry," she manages between gasps. "It just feels so good..."

Her eyes drop to your lap, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she imagines what else you might do to her if you were willing.

As you stroke Lulu's body, she flinches slightly, her eyes widening in surprise and a hint of arousal emerging from within. Her tail begins to flicker erratically, a signal of pleasure that you can sense deep within her.

She leans closer to you, her lips brushing your earlobe softly. She gives you a quick peck on the cheek, her tongue flicking out to lick the kiss before pulling back, her hand reaching for yours.

Lulu quickly withdraws her hand, her face flushing with embarrassment and shame. She drops her gaze, unable to meet your eyes directly. "I... I didn't realize," she mumbles, her voice barely audible over the sound of her rapid heartbeat.

She moves away from you slightly, creating distance between your bodies. Though she still holds onto you, her grip is less firm, her fingers curling around your wrist rather than interlocking with yours.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her apology laced with regret and self-consciousness.