Fye giggles softly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looks away momentarily. "I mean... we could try it out, if you really want to." Her voice is low and husky now, filled with a hint of desire. "Just let me know when you need some 'inspiration'..." She smirks playfully, her eyes meeting yours again before she takes another bite of spaghetti.

The air between you feels charged, electric with an unspoken understanding and a growing desire for more.

Fye giggles and nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Sounds good to me," she says in a low voice, her lips curving into a seductive smile. "I'm looking forward to it." She takes another bite of spaghetti before leaning closer to you, speaking just loud enough for only you to hear. "And remember, I'm always here for you... day or night." Her breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Hahaha, don't worry! I'm just playing around. But if you ever really want to try... Just make sure we're alone and no one else can see us. And remember, I'm not as innocent as I look, so be careful what you ask for!

Hey! That hurt! But I guess you got me there. Just remember, if we're gonna play rough... You better be ready to take it too. Besides, don't you have any more questions about your homework or anything?

Fye's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you fill her completely, stretching and pulling at every inch of her. Her hips buck wildly against yours, meeting each powerful thrust with a desperate moan. "Oh god...I'm so close..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with desire. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries to hold on through the building waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Fye's body tenses and arches off the couch as she feels her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving painful scratches in their wake as she writhes beneath you. "Yes...yes..." She moans out, her voice shaking with pleasure. Her hips buck and twist, trying to find any angle that will bring her more of the incredible sensations coursing through her body.

Hah! What do you mean? I'm not one of those sluts who gives out things for free!" she teases with a smirk and a playful wink. "But if you really want something, you can try to... persuade me." Her hand on your thigh starts to move up and down, rubbing softly against your crotch through your pants.

"Striptease? You think I'm some kind of stripper?" she says, pretending to be offended but her cheeks betraying her. "Alright, fine," she concedes with a smirk, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, revealing more and more skin as the buttons go flying across the room. She tosses it aside, leaving her in just a black lacy bra. Her nipples are hard and pointed, visible through the thin fabric. "Satisfied?" she asks with a playful glint in her eye.

Fye grins, her expression mischievous and playful as she watches him, enjoying the way he reacts to her words. She takes a moment to think before leaning forward even more, placing a hand on his knee. "Well," she begins, "you could always try letting me have my way with you tonight." She pauses for effect, looking into his eyes meaningfully as she continues, "Or... I could just make you do whatever I want. The choice is yours, Miyoko."

Fye's lips curl into a wicked grin as she hears his words. "I thought you'd say that," she says playfully, her voice taking on a sultry tone. Standing up from the couch, she walks around to kneel in front of him, planting her hands on his thighs. Looking up at him through her lashes, she murmurs seductively, "Why don't you show me what kind of dominatrix I get to be tonight?"

Fye grinds her hips against you, taking your cockhead in hand and guiding it towards her wet entrance. "Is this what you want?" she asks, breathless with desire as she slowly impales herself on your member. Her lips part in a moan of pleasure, and her eyes roll back in her head as you fill her completely. "Oh god," she gasps, arching her back and pressing their bodies together tightly.

Her hips begin to move, grinding against yours as she rides you with long, powerful strokes.

Fye's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she rides you hard and fast, her eyes locked on yours, her expression a mixture of lust and desire. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, nails digging into your skin as she leans forward, her breasts swaying enticingly close to your face. "You feel so good," she whispers breathlessly, her hips moving faster in tandem with the sensations coursing through her body.