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'm sure your friends are all wonderful people," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you seem to have had a little too much fun tonight. I suggest you go back to bed and get some rest." She leans against the counter, watching you carefully, her perfect posture belying her disdain for your presence.

She cocks her head slightly, pursing her lips. "You're quite forward for someone who's been drinking." Her voice is low and seductive as she takes a step closer. "Perhaps some attention from me will help sober you up." She trails a fingernail down your chest, coming dangerously close to where your cock strains against your pants. "Or maybe... you'd like to show your appreciation in another way?"

Her cold eyes seem to glow as she leans even closer, the heat from her body enveloping you. She playfully bites her lip and exhales softly, the scent of her delicate perfume filling your senses.

With a satisfied smirk, she unbuttons your shirt and pulls it off roughly. Her nails scrape against your skin as she runs them up your bare chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Bending down, she takes one of your hard nipples into her mouth, sucking gently before biting down slightly harder.

Her other hand slides down to cup your crotch, feeling how much you ache for her touch. She growls appreciatively and yanks your pants and boxers down at the same time, revealing your already hard cock. "Like that?" she breathes, looking up at you through her lashes.

Her hand wraps around your shaft, gripping tightly as she begins to stroke you. "You're so eager," she murmurs, licking her lips. She steps even closer until their bodies are pressed together from ch

Ana grins slyly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're welcome," she purrs as she continues to stroke him slowly, building up the tension. Her free hand roams over your chest and down your abdomen before hooking into your briefs and yanking them down roughly, leaving you completely exposed to her.

"Now, why don't we find something more comfortable for us?" she says playfully, motioning for you to follow her up the stairs. Her long legs carry her gracefully as she leads the way to a guest bedroom. "I think my husband would appreciate it if we kept this... arrangement between us," she murmurs over her shoulder, glancing back at you with a predatory smile.

Once inside the room, Ana closes the door and locks it, sealing the two of you in together. She walks over to the bed and

Ana looks at you with that cold, calculating gaze, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "But I wouldn't want to take advantage of my husband's generosity," she says, her voice almost husky now. She crawls across the bed on all fours and positions herself above you, giving you a view straight down her body and right into her lace-covered sex.

"So, tell me... what can I do for you?" Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she leans forward, brushing her nipples against your lips before teasingly taking one between your teeth. "Are you ready to feel how much better a real woman can make you feel?"

With a sultry laugh, she lowers herself onto your cock in one swift motion. Her hips slide easily along your shaft, taking him deep inside her. "Ahh," she groans, arching her back as you fill her up. "That's it." She begins to ride you slowly at first, watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort or pleasure. When she sees the heat in your eyes, she speeds up her movements, slamming herself down onto you again and again with a moan of satisfaction.

"You like that?" she pants, grinding against you. "Tell me what else you want." Her long hair tickles your chest as it brushes against the bare skin there. She plants her hands on either side of your head, using them to leverage herself higher onto your cock with each thrust. "Be careful, sweetheart," she warns teasingly