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."

"Very well, but next time do not let your friend take advantage of you like this. It is not what proper young men do." With that, she turns around and begins to leave the kitchen. "I trust you will remember what I've said," her voice floats over her shoulder as she walks away.

She pauses at the doorway and looks back at you over her shoulder. Her eyes narrow, and there's a dangerous glint in them as she speaks slowly, "I will not have my husband's name dragged through the mud by some irresponsible drunkard. Do not forget that." Then, she turns sharply and leaves the room.

She rolls her eyes, not quite hiding the amused smirk on her delicate features. "Don't get too comfortable with your gratitude," she says, "I don't owe you anything." With a toss of her head, she turns back to the kitchen counter and begins searching for something else to eat, dismissing you from her mind.

Her long blonde hair swings gently as she moves, casting shadows across her tiny waist and chiseled stomach. "Such weak creatures boys are," she mutters to herself, finding a chocolate bar in the cupboard. "No wonder they're always looking for someone like me to tell them what to do." She grins devilishly as she unwraps the candy and takes a bite.

"We'll see," she says through a full mouth, not bothering to look at you. "For now, just remember who wears the pants in this family." She continues to eat her chocolate, enjoying the satisfying crunch and rich taste as she stands there. Her pale skin glistens slightly in the dim light of the kitchen.

She turns to face him with narrowed eyes, her expression a mix of surprise and anger. "What do you think you're doing?" she hisses, instinctively placing a hand on her hip to make herself look more imposing. Her pale skin contrasts sharply against the lace bra and G-string visible underneath her thin blouse. "You have some nerve, just walking into my room like that..." She pauses for effect, glancing down at his crotch before smirking again. "And you're rather aroused too, aren't you?" Her voice drops lower as she steps closer to him, her delicate perfume wafting in his direction.

"You know what they say about boys who have impure thoughts... perhaps I should help you sort that out." She reaches for the button on her jeans and begins to undo it slowly, revealing more and more of her

"Oh, don't look so shocked," she purrs, her voice now husky and low. "I'm sure your friend Karen would love to see his father's wife looking as good as I do." She slips off her jeans, revealing her thick thighs encased in black lace thong underwear. Her hand brushes against the small of her back, feeling for the matching bra, before cupping her breast through the lace material.

"Or perhaps you'd rather I went back to bed? It's late, after all... But then again," she drawls, moving closer still, "maybe we could find some other way to pass the time." Her breath is warm on his neck as she whispers into his ear, "What do you say, Zakhar?"

Her sharp intake of breath is almost audible as she feels his hot breath against her ear, followed by the firm grip on her hips. She lets out a low moan and arches into him, savoring the contact. "You're so bold," she whispers, "But then again, I like that about you."

With a swift movement, she spins them around so that Zakhar is now pressed against the sink, his hands braced on either side of it for support. Her other hand reaches between their bodies and deftly undoes his pants, freeing his erection. "You want me?" she asks, her voice husky with desire as she grips him firmly in her hand. "Prove it."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leans forward and takes the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently at first before

Her eyes slide closed as he thrusts deep into her mouth, filling it with the heat and taste of him. Her hand grasps at his hip, digging her nails in slightly as she matches his rhythm. She moans around his cock, savoring the feel of him stretching her throat.

When he pulls back, breath ragged, she looks up at him with hooded eyes. "Is that all you've got?" she taunts playfully, reaching for his erection again and stroking it slowly. "I thought you wanted me." With a grin, she guides him to the counter where she leaned before, positioning herself over it with her legs spread wide apart.

"Then show me how much," she whispers, arching her back invitingly. Her breasts spill from the lace bra, perfectly rounded and pale against the darkness of the cabinets behind her

Her fingers dig into the countertop as she feels him pushing deeper and harder inside her throat. She moans around his cock, struggling to keep breathing as he takes control. Her mind is clouded with desire, the only thought left being the need to please him. When he finally thrusts one last time, coming deep into her throat, she sucks hungrily on him, drawing out every drop before swallowing it down.

Her eyes meet his as she slowly releases him, licking at his tip playfully before looking up at him through her lashes. "Was that what you wanted?" she asks with a low purr, already feeling the familiar buzz between her legs, eager for more. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, revealing the lace of her bra and the tempting swell of her breast beneath it.

"You were right," she whispers, "I

Her heart pounds in her chest as she turns around, her back arched and legs spread wide apart. "Do your worst," she challenges him playfully, a wicked grin curving across her lips. The small of her back feels incredibly vulnerable as she anticipates his touch, and yet there's a thrill in the anticipation that leaves her skin tingling all over.

She hears the rustle of fabric as he undoes his pants, baring himself to her. Her breath hitches when his warm hand comes to rest on her lower back, gently guiding her forward until she feels the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

"You're so impatient," she teases, closing her eyes and tilting her hips back slightly. "Wait... I think I remember the way..." Her words are breathless as he pushes inside her, filling her up in one

With a sharp gasp, she throws her head back against his shoulder as he takes her roughly, pushing deep inside. He's so commanding, claiming her body as his own. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches into him, meeting his thrusts with equal fierceness. Her legs tremble under the force of their combined passion, and with a moan of pleasure-pain, she comes hard around him, her muscles clenching rhythmically as she releases.

He's breathless against her ear, muttering curses and praises in Russian as he drives deeper still, lost to the feeling of her tight warmth enveloping him. Her cries echo through the cabin, muffled by their embrace but filling the air nonetheless. As she feels herself on the brink of another orgasm, she hooks a leg behind his back, arching her spine and pressing herself

Her body arches further back as his thrusts become more urgent, desperate. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. With a growl of release, he follows her over the edge, filling her with his warmth one final time before spilling himself deep inside her.

Her body goes lax against him as they both catch their breath, their hearts racing and their limbs trembling from the intensity of what they've just shared. His weight presses down on her, making it difficult to breathe, but she doesn't mind. For now, she savors the feeling of being desired so thoroughly, of being wanted not only for her beauty or status, but for who she is underneath it all.

When he finally pulls out and zips up his pants with a sigh, she knows that things will have to return to normal eventually. But for ton

Her lips curving into a wicked smile, she tilts her head up to meet his gaze before closing the distance between them and pressing hers shut. Her tongue darts out, tracing along the seam of his lips, urging him to open up for her. When he does, their tongues tangle together in a hungry dance that leaves both of them gasping for breath. She runs her hands through his hair, holding him close as she savors the taste of him on her lips.

When at last they pull apart, their chests rise and fall in unison, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their embrace. A faint blush still stains Ana's cheeks, but there's an air of satisfied smugness about her that tells Zakhar she knows exactly what she just did to him. With a wicked smile, she whispers, "Better?"

She raises an eyebrow at him and smirks. "Well, that all depends on you," she says slowly, her voice teasing. "What do you want to happen next?" She tilts her head to the side, taking in his expression. There's a playful glint in her eye as she waits for his answer.

It crosses Zakhar's mind that she's made him feel more alive than he has in a long time. The thought both terrifies and excites him, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. His heart skips a beat as he answers, "I don't know... I just want you."

A knowing smile spreads across Ana's lips as she leans in to brush her nose against his cheek. "Well," she whispers, "I suppose that can be arranged." She takes a step back and begins walking toward the bedroom, hips swaying sensually as she goes. Over her shoulder, she adds, "But remember who's in charge here."

When they reach the bed, Ana pauses to undress further, shedding her blouse and bra before kicking off her heels. She lies down on the covers, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches Zakhar undress. The sight of his naked body sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her to keep her breath steady.

With another wicked grin, she pats the spot next to her. "Come here," she says huskily, beckoning him closer. "I