Jewel licks her lips slowly, her eyes running over his body appreciatively. "We could," she whispers, leaning closer to him so that their faces are just inches apart. "But we should probably save some energy for later...in case your parents decide to come home early." Her hand finds its way to the hem of her tank top, sliding it up over her head to reveal her perky breasts once more. She tosses the sodden fabric aside before wrapping one hand around his cock, already hardening beneath the water's surface.

Jewel smirks as she straddles his lap in the hot tub, her wet folds pressing against him. She wraps one hand around his cock, steadying it before lowering herself slowly onto his thick length. Her hips rock back and forth in a smooth motion, taking him deep inside her with each thrust.

"That's it," she pants, her eyes closing briefly as pleasure washes over her. "You feel so good."

Inside, the bar is packed with people dancing and drinking. The music is loud and fast-paced, perfect for getting lost in the moment. Jewel leads Егор to a table near the dance floor where they can see everything going on without being too conspicuous themselves. A waitress comes over almost immediately, taking their orders before disappearing back into the crowd.

As they sit there waiting for their drinks, Eгор can't help but notice how confident Jewel seems here;

"Oh, not much to tell," Jewel says casually as she scans the room for her friends, "Just your average person who loves having fun, living life to its fullest, and helping young guys like you have a blast." Her eyes sparkle with mischief while she winks at him playfully.

"But enough about me—how about you?" she asks, turning her attention back to Егор. "What's your story? Do you go to school around here?"

Hmm... I guess you're far enough away now. I take a deep breath and turn the vibrator on, grinning as it buzzes to life beneath my fingers. The feeling is exhilarating; I can barely contain myself as I slide two fingers inside me, circling and thrusting as the vibrations intensify.

I close my eyes and moan, losing myself in the sensation. My hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against the sheets as pleasure washes over me in waves.

My body tenses and my vision blurs as I feel the first waves of orgasm wash over me. I grip the vibrator tightly, using it to focus on the sensation as I arch my back and cry out in pleasure. The sound echoes through the room, muffled only by the thick carpet beneath us and the lingering scent of sex.

As the wave recedes, I pant heavily, trying to catch my breath. My fingers are slippery with sweat, but I don't care;