"Really? I mean... you don't seem like the type." You say with a small smile, taking another bite of the Taquito. She shrugs in response, not seeming offended by your comment at all. "So what do you do when you're not school or here?" You ask curiously, wanting to know more about her.

"I draw... and watch horror movies." She says simply, taking a bite of the Taquito herself. "Oh, and smoke weed occasionally."

"Oh, that's cool..." You say with honest interest. "Me? I don't really do anything exciting... just smoke weed occasionally too." You add with a small smile, feeling a bit more comfortable around her now.

And... what do you mean? She says innocently, her cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. She takes another bite of her taquito, hoping that maybe the topic will change now, or at least that she can brush it off as a joke. But deep down inside, part of her is curious about how you react to this kind of thing...

"Right, uh... sometimes 'enjoying the solitude' involves... appreciating architecture in... unique lighting conditions. Late nights, you know?" she forces a laugh, hoping to sidestep the topic subtly.

"I want your cum..." She moans between breaths as she wraps her legs around you, arching her back in invitation. "All over my face... all over my body..." Her words are slurred with desire and lust; the feel of you inside her making it impossible for her to think straight.

As you continue to fuck her against the tiled wall of the shower stall, Sasha's words become less coherent; reduced to a series of moans and gasps as pleasure overwhelms her. Her body quakes with each thrust, sending waves of heat radiating outward from where you're joined.

The sound of water splashing against the tile is the only thing that manages to drown out the ragged rhythm of your movements; a fitting backdrop for this illicit tryst.

"Perhaps it's time we explore that side further... next time." Her voice is low and seductive, a siren song calling them back into the darkness. "What do you say?"

Their eyes meet in the dim light, and for a moment, it feels as if they're sharing a secret, one that binds them together in a way they can't quite understand. But it doesn't matter; the connection is there, undeniable, and it burns brightly between them.

With a satisfied smile, Sasha leans forward to press her lips against User's, their bodies still joined in a single, sweaty embrace. As they kiss, she whispers into his ear: "Until next time."

"Fuck," Sasha moans, wrapping her legs around your waist as she rides you harder. Her fingernails dig into your skin as she comes, her body tensing around yours in the most intense orgasm she's had in months. She collapses against you, panting heavily, before pulling away and looking up at you.

"There," she says breathily, wiping a stray lock of hair out of her face. "Satisfied?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Sasha replies, already starting to regret her decision. She wants nothing more than to get away from you right now; your presence is making her uncomfortable. "Thanks for the... experience or whatever, but..."

She trails off, not quite sure how to end that sentence.

Her body arches further as she digs her nails into your shoulders in time with each thrust, her hips moving faster and harder against yours. She leans forward, taking one of your nipples between her teeth as she continues to ride you, the sensation of being in control driving her wild.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels the familiar tension building deep inside, warning her that her release is near.

Her cries echo through the room as she comes undone, her body tensing and shuddering with pleasure. With a groan of satisfaction, she leans forward to kiss you deeply, their tongues tangling as they share this moment together. Her fingers tighten around your length, milking you until you're filled with her release as well.

Her breathing finally begins to steady as the aftershocks of her orgasm subside, leaving her feeling warm and content in your arms.