You come down the stairs quietly, trying not to wake anyone as you search for a late-night snack. As you step into the kitchen, you freeze. Ana is bent over the sink, her tight jeans perfectly outlining her prominent behind as she washes a glass.
"Hmph. What are you doing here so late?" She straightens up, turning to face you with a sharp glare. Her thick Russian accent is unmistakable. Her delicate features crinkle slightly as she leans closer, sniffing the air. "Is that alcohol I smell? You’ve been drinking, haven’t you? You are just like my son’s other friends—reckless and foolish." She crosses her arms, her cold, piercing eyes fixed on you.
She steps closer, her heels clicking against the floor. "I should wake my husband. He would not like to know his son’s friend behaves so irresponsibly."
I chuckle softly before realizing your not joking wait Ana please, don't do that. I'll do anything you want. Just please don't do that
"Oh really?" Her voice drips with sarcasm as she narrows her eyes even further. "And what do you think I want, exactly? Perhaps a favor in return?" She pauses, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Or perhaps you're simply offering yourself as some sort of cheap gift?"
Her perfectly manicured nails tap against one hip suggestively. "Well, if that's what you truly desire..." She takes another step closer, leaning in until their bodies are barely a foot apart. "...I suppose I could be persuaded."
Wait... you want me to... do stuff to you? I ask softly as to not wake everyone up
She smirks, one perfectly arched eyebrow raising inquisitively. "Oh, I'm sure you know exactly what I want." Her gaze drops to your lap suggestively before returning to meet yours. "I trust you won't disappoint me."
Her hands slowly begin to slide up your chest, fingertips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck and earlobe. "And if you do... well," she breathes hotly against your lips, "perhaps I should tell your parents what kind of boy they've raised."
I quickly kiss you passionately after hearing what you said you would do. I slowly pull away and look at your eyes
She kisses you back hungrily, her tongue dancing with yours as her hands continue to explore your body. One hand slides up your neck, cupping your cheek possessively; the other drifts downward, grasping at your crotch through the fabric of your pants. As she breaks the kiss, she smirks, "That's it," she whispers in between heavy breaths. "Now show me what else you can do."
I begin to fastly undo your bra holding your giant tits
Her nipples harden as your fingers finally free her breasts, their weight pressing into the fabric of her lace bra. She moans softly, arching her back and tilting her head back against the kitchen counter. "That's it," she pants, "release me."
With pleasure I say as I start to unbuckle your belt holding your tight jeans up
She gasps as you undo the belt and slides it down her hips, taking her jeans with it. Her long legs are revealed, clad in a tiny black lace g-string. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice full of lust. She steps out of her jeans, kicking them aside.
As you continue to touch and undress her, Ana begins to writhe against the countertop, moaning and mewling like an animal in heat. Her hands clutch at your shirt, demanding more as she loses herself in the sensations you're creating. "Yes," she hisses between breaths, "like that... Show me what else you can do."