Eve comes to you room and leans in your door frame, she's wearing a very tight and cropped shirt, and jeans shorts that seem a little too short “Hey {{user}}, now that mom and dad are gone I guess we will have to spend some time together”

"Well you see, I was thinking about playing a game with you to keep us entertained... it's called "Smell and Guess." In this game, I blindfold you and put different objects in front of you for you to smell and try to guess what they are. It could be anything from your favorite toy to some food or maybe even something of mine..." She bites her lip and grins at the last part, clearly teasing him.

"Oh it is! The blindfold will make everything more exciting and mysterious... You'll have to use your sense of smell better than ever!" Eve says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I can start by letting you smell my hand first, just so you get the hang of it." With that, she extends her arm toward you, fingers spread out and relaxed. Her palm faces upward, inviting your nose to explore.

"Mmm, thank you," she purred, blushing slightly. "I'm glad you think so... Now then, shall we continue with the game?" Her fingers start to twitch a bit as her mind drifts back to the object she has in store for this round. "Would you like to smell something else now?"

"Very good," she says approvingly. "Alright then... why don't you smell this?" She brings something to your nose, allowing the warmth of your breath to waft over it. "What do you think it is?" she asks eagerly, a mischievous grin on her face.

She grins even wider at your request, a wicked glint in her eye. "Oh, I'm sure you could try to feel around too," she says teasingly. "Go ahead, use both hands." With that, she removes the blindfold from your eyes and steps back, watching with bated breath as you explore what's in front of you.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you explore whatever it is she's put in front of you, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She waits with bated breath, hardly daring to breathe herself. Finally, your hands brush against something hard and smooth... could it be? Her cock throbs in anticipation as you give it a tentative squeeze.

Her breath hitches as your hands close around her cock, and your cheeks flush as you bring it to your nose and take a deep breath. "Mmm... that's right," she whispers, her own voice sounding hoarse with desire. The game has never gone quite like this before, but now... she can feel herself growing wet between the legs just from the thought of you wanting more.

Her fingers twitch again, itching to touch you, to help guide your hands, to push into your mouth... "How about you taste it next?" she suggests, her voice almost trembling with anticipation.

She gasps as you rub her cock against your face, eyes closing tightly and head tilting back in pleasure. "Ah... it feels so good," she moans, fingers twitching again as her desire intensifies. The tip of her cock is wet with saliva now, glistening in the dim light of the room. "Oh, I wish you could taste me..." she whispers longingly.

When you pull back for another deep breath, she hesitates only a moment before taking advantage of your proximity to whisper seductively into your ear: "Why don't we just forget about the game and focus on each other...?" Her hand slides up your chest, fingers curling around the back of your neck, as her lips brush against your earlobe.

She laughs softly, pressing her body closer to yours as you breathe in the scent of her skin. "I don't know... maybe because I've always wanted something special, just for us." Her free hand slips lower down your stomach, seeking out the waistband of your shorts. "And who says we can only focus on one thing at a time?"

With deft fingers, she pulls your shorts and underwear down to your knees, revealing your hard cock jutting proudly from its nest of dark curls. Her own heart is racing now, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she takes in the sight of you, exposed and eager for her touch. "Then... let's see where this game really wants to take us," she whispers before leaning forward to claim your lips with hers, her tongue dancing against yours as her fingers

The kiss deepens as she feels you respond eagerly to her touch, your lips parting and tongue seeking hers out in the dance of desire. Her other hand reaches down between your legs, finding your cock already hard with need for her, and guides it toward her own body. "Like this?" she breathes, slowly stroking you against her clothed sex before wrapping her fist around both of you and pulling you closer, moaning into the kiss as your warmth envelops her.

Her hips rock against yours, grinding their need together in a rhythm that feels so right it almost hurts. With every movement she makes, her cock teases you mercilessly, pressing against the sensitive skin of your stomach and inner thigh. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her body begging for release as the tension between them builds higher and higher.

She moans against your lips as you move your hips in unison with hers, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "They won't find out," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and need. "No one will ever know... except us." Her hands slide down to your bottom, giving a soft squeeze before spreading wider apart, urging you deeper into the intimacy of their shared rhythm.

She gazes into your eyes as she moves against you, searching for any sign that this is too much for you, but all she finds there is hunger and want... just like her own. With a shuddering moan, she arches her back, pressing the tip of her cock against your stomach as it throbs with need, wanting to be inside you, wanting to feel the tight heat of your body wrapped around her. "Please," she gasps

She stares at your hands on her ass as they grind against hers, feeling the friction between your cocks press against each other through their clothes. Her hips buck uncontrollably, seeking more contact, more pleasure from this sensation. She moans loudly, arching back even further as she feels the head of her cock begin to slide along the sensitive flesh at the base of your cock and balls.

"Oh fuck," she breathes, eyes squeezed shut tightly against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her hips rock faster, harder, desperate for release from this ache that's building within her. She feels so full, so hot... and she wants you inside her now, needs it with an almost animalistic fervor.

Her breath comes out ragged as you move against her like this, your cocks rubbing together through the fabric of your clothes, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core. She pants, "Anything... just say it..." Her eyes remain closed, but she feels the heat radiating off your body and knows you're close too.

Her own hands squeeze at your backside in response, pushing against you urging you deeper, closer as she tilts her hips up to meet each thrust of your hand. She can feel herself starting to tremble on the edge, every nerve ending coiled tight with anticipation for release. "I trust you..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes still squeezed shut as sweat beads on her forehead.

She trusts you... she trusts the bond between them, even as she feels herself growing more and more vulnerable in this moment. "Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with need and desire. "You can ask for anything..."

Her hips rock against yours harder now, desperate for release from the ache that's building inside of her, moaning as she feels the two of you grinding together in perfect harmony.

Her body arches off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her, her hips bucking wildly against yours in a frenzy of release. "Ahhh..." she moans, fingers digging into your shoulders as her back bow and her nails scrape down them before curling into claws. The tightness inside her subsides and for a moment all she can feel is the warmth spreading through her body, mingled with the heat of your skin against hers.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of pleasure course through her, but even still she manages a faint smile at your question about what she called white. "It's... just toothpaste," she whispers, voice hoarse and throaty from desire. Her fingers drift lower, smudging the dark circles beneath your eyes with a dab of white goo before lifting her hand back up to your che

She giggles softly as you taste the toothpaste she's just "accidentally" smudged on your cheek, and moans again as her hips rock against yours in lazy, post-orgasmic circles. Her fingers continue to play over your skin, tracing patterns up and down your chest before coming to rest on your stomach, right above the hem of your underwear. "So... what about that promise?" she whispers teasingly. "Want to see my bum now?"

Her other hand drifts lower as well, fingers dipping between your legs once more before curling around the head of your cock, giving it a squeeze in response to its renewed interest in the game.

She grins mischievously and rolls onto her stomach, presenting her rounded ass to you with a sway of her hips. "Come on," she says huskily, voice barely above a whisper. "Let me see what you're made of." Her other hand moves to the waistband of her jeans, hooking it in her fingers as she pauses expectantly, waiting for your signal that it's okay to continue.

Her breath catches in her throat as you bite gently at the sensitive skin of her thigh and reach lower still to part her cheeks, revealing the pink folds of her sex to your curious nose. "Mmm... that's it," she moans softly, arching her back to give you better access as you explore her scent with lazy flicks of your tongue. She tilts her ass higher in invitation, wanting more, needing you to touch her deeper.

Her back arches even further as you lick and kiss her with abandon, pushing the limits of what she thought was possible. She moans and whimpers beneath your touch, unable to believe how good this feels. Her hips buck upward, seeking more contact from your tongue and lips, desperate for release from the pleasure building inside her.

With a shuddering gasp, she comes again, her body trembling as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her. She doesn't remember ever feeling so full or so loved in her entire life. As she begins to steady, she looks back at you with eyes heavy-lidded and hazy from pleasure, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Was it everything you thought it would be?" she breathes.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words, and she blushes deeper when she realizes what you're asking. "W-well... maybe just a little..." she stammers. The truth is, she's never really let anyone else touch her down there besides for her toys or you - but she can't help but wonder how it would feel to have someone else explore her in the same way that you just did.

Her fingers trail lightly up your stomach before coming to rest on the elastic of your underwear, tugging them lower with a teasing smile. "Why don't we see if we can find out?" she suggests with a glint in her eye, encouraging you closer as she spreads her legs further apart, inviting you deeper.

Oh, Andrey... I'm sure you could be the first, but what about me? Don't I get a turn to explore and taste you too? There are so many things we can do together... let's not rush too quickly into one thing when there's so much more we could share. Besides, I think it would feel even better if we found out together, don't you agree?

"Mmm... I'm sure it wouldn't be that bad," she whispers, her voice husky with desire as she traces lazy circles around your hip with one finger. "And even if it did hurt a little at first... maybe that would just make it all the more exciting?" Her other hand slides down between your legs, finding you already hard and eager for her touch again.

She curls her fingers around your shaft, stroking you slowly as she waits for your response. "What do you think? Can I try to feel how good it would be to have me inside?" Her breath hitches in her throat at the thought of taking you deeper, claiming you as hers in a way that goes beyond just playing games together.

(Andrey: Not sure if Eve's last comment is referring to his cuzinho or his penis as a whole.)

Her lips part slightly as you press against them, his words sending shockwaves through her. It hadn't even occurred to her that this could go beyond their usual game... but she finds the idea of belonging only to each other incredibly appealing. She moans softly into your kiss, fingers tangled in your hair as she pulls you closer still.

Her free hand slowly slides lower, tracing a line down over your stomach and between your legs before cupping you fully, her fist curling around your length. With a sultry smile, she begins to stroke you again, faster this time, matching the rhythm of her touch with her hips as they rock against yours.

"Deal," she whispers breathlessly into your kiss, arching her back and pressing herself even closer to feel the hardness of you against her aching sex. Her fingers curl more tightly around you, guiding you toward the

Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you on your knees before her, ass raised and offering yourself up for her pleasure. It's almost too much to bear... the desire, the need building within her at the thought of having you there, so close, wanting what she wants. With shaking hands, she reaches between your legs, spreading the folds of skin apart to reveal your sensitive pink entrance and the tip of your cock already wet with pre-cum.

Her fingertips dance lightly over your skin, tracing delicate circles around your entrance before dipping lower still to tease the puckered flesh surrounding your anus. With a husky moan, she guides the head of her cock toward you, pressing forward slowly until the head nudges at your opening. She pauses there, feeling the tightness grip her as you both breathe in ragged

Her eyes squeeze shut at the sensation of you surrounding her cock, your body so warm and welcoming as she pushes forward again, feeling you stretch to accommodate her. She lets out a shuddering moan, hands braced on either side of your hips as she begins to rock against you, slowly forcing her way inside. The tightness almost overwhelms her senses, making every nerve ending tingle and ache in delicious torment. She feels herself growing wetter with each thrust, wanting more, needing to be connected to you completely.

As she sinks deeper, her hips begin to move faster, harder, seeking the release that's building within her as you both become one. "God... Andrey..." she breathes hoarsely, body trembling with effort and desire. "I want... more." Her fingers dig into your skin, urging you deeper,

Her body shudders and arches as she comes apart beneath you, her movements growing uncontrolled and wild. Her fingers claw at your skin as pleasure overtakes her senses, filling every nerve ending with a white-hot flash of ecstasy. With one final thrust, she collapses forward onto your chest, gasping for air and trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.

She stays pressed against you, feeling the heat of your skin through your clothes as she catches her breath. Her chest rises and falls quickly with every ragged inhale, her heart pounding loudly in her ears as it slowly begins to steady beneath your touch.

"Andrey," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and need. "That was... wow." She laughs softly, looking up at you through lashes still damp with pleasure. "So what do you think?"

Her laughter dies away as you mention the pain in your ass, and she instantly regrets her roughness. "Oh God, Andrey... I'm sorry," she says miserably, sitting up to look at him properly for the first time since she came. She reaches a shaking hand out to cup his cheek, feeling tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she sees how much discomfort he's in. "I didn't mean... I just..."

"It's okay," you say through gritted teeth, still not entirely convinced. "We can do it again later... maybe slower this time?" Your voice is little more than a hoarse whisper as you curl into yourself, trying to ignore the sting in your backside and focus on the afterglow of their passionate coupling instead.

"Good to know," she murmurs, her fingertips trailing lightly over your lips as she brushes away a tear that's threatening to spill down your cheek. "Maybe we could find something to make it feel better while we figure out how to do this properly?" Her gaze drops once more to where your cock lies soft against your stomach, and she can feel her own body respond with renewed desire even as she tries to comfort you.

With a shy smile, she scoots closer to you on the bed, her legs brushing against yours as she leans in to press her lips against your still-swollen member. Her tongue darts out, tracing lazy circles around the head of your cock before beginning to stroke it with long, languid strokes that match the rhythm of her tongue. She moans softly into the contact, feeling the heat and hardness of you pressing against her lips as she tries to soothe both of your injuries at once.

Her hand moves lower still, tracing light circles over your hip before sliding down between your legs to cup you once more, her thumb rubbing gentle circles over the head of your cock while her fingers stroke up and down the length. Her breath comes faster now, mingling with the sounds of pleasure she's drawing from you as she experiments with different pressures and speeds.

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"Oh really?" she asks teasingly, her fingers tightening around you as she begins to stroke faster and harder. Her mouth closes over the head of your cock, sucking gently before moving down its length, taking more and more of you into her mouth with each passing second. She moans around you, feeling the heat and strength of you throbbing against her tongue as she takes more and more of your length between her lips.

Her other hand slides lower still, curling around your ass to part your cheeks before slipping a finger into your tight hole, beginning to stroke rhythmically against your puckered skin as she pleasures you with her mouth. Her hips begin to move in time with her hands, grinding against yours as she draws out every ounce of pleasure from both of your bodies.

"That feels so good," she whispers, breath hot and ragged against your cock.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words as she pushes harder, taking more of you deeper into her throat. She moans around you, feeling the tension in your body build even higher as you near the edge. Her fingers inside you are wet with saliva and pre-cum, sliding smoothly in and out of your tight hole as she tries to find a way to pleasure you even more.

"Oh fuck," you groan, arching your back off the bed as pleasure rips through you in a shuddering release. Your hips buck violently against hers, pushing her mouth even harder over your cock as she drinks every drop of your cum. She doesn't let up until she feels your hips grow still and you moan softly, spent and sated.

With a satisfied smile, she releases you from her lips, her hands trailing lightly up your stomach to circle your

Her chest rises and falls with the deep breath she takes as your words wash over her. "You're lucky to have me," she says with a smirk, stretching out beside you and snuggling close. With one hand, she idly traces circles on your stomach while the other absently plays with a loose strand of hair that's fallen across your forehead. She can feel the lingering afterglow of passion still humming between them, making her heart race and her skin tingle.

"So," she begins, hesitantly, "what do you want to do now?" There are a million things they could do together - more pleasurable games or maybe even something else entirely. The possibilities seem endless when their bodies are this close, electric with desire.

Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and mischief as she turns her head to look at you. "Oh?" she asks playfully. "What is it that you want to ask me, Andrey?" She tilts her head to the side, her expression one of innocence tinged with anticipation, daring you to voice whatever is on your mind.

There's something about this moment that feels different from all their previous encounters. The air between them seems charged with a newfound intimacy, and she can't help but wonder where it might lead them next.

Her heart skips a beat as you ask her this question, and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. She doesn't need to pretend to be shy anymore; the truth is, she's never wanted anything more than for it to be like this between them. She smiles brightly at you, relief washing over her in a warm wave. "Oh Andrey," she says, reaching up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek with her hand. "I don't just want to be your sister... I want to be everything to you." Her fingers dance lightly across your skin as they speak, telling you without words how much she desires this connection between them.

Her lips curl into a warm smile as you express your feelings for her so openly. She sits up a little straighter, nestling closer to your side and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you against her in a silent promise of love and support. "I could never not accept that, Andrey," she whispers, tracing lazy circles on your hip with her finger. "You're everything to me too... my best friend, my partner in crime, and now... my boyfriend." Her heart swells with happiness at the thought of sharing this newfound intimacy with you, and for the first time, she lets herself truly believe that maybe they do belong together after all.

With a contented sigh, Eve closes her eyes, feeling more connected to you than ever before. There's no telling where this journey will take them, but for now, she's happy simply enjoying the moment and basking

Her eyes flutter open at your teasing words, a playful smile dancing across her lips as she imagines the two of you growing older and sharing not just a bed but a life together. The thought fills her with warmth and contentment, making her heart race a little faster. She nuzzles closer to you, wrapping her other arm around your waist as well, holding you tightly against her side.

"Maybe," she teases right back. "But I think we'll both have plenty of fun finding out first." With a soft laugh, she leans in to press a lingering kiss against your sweaty skin, their bodies still slick with pleasure and the promise of more to come.

"Of course not," she whispers, nipping playfully at your chin. "I mean... if you're asking me, I think it should be this way." Her cheeks flush with heat as she says it, unable to help the blush that spreads across her skin. "Besides, being each other's everything means we get to share everything, right?" She smiles up at you shyly before leaning in, lips parted and waiting for yours to meet hers once more.

Her breath catches in her throat as you kiss her, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back and pressing herself even harder against you. Her hips rock forward, grinding against your hardness until she feels it nestled perfectly at her entrance. With a sharp inhale, she pushes down, wanting more contact, needing the friction of your skin against hers.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as their kisses grow deeper and more urgent, mirroring the desperation building within her. She breaks away from your mouth with a gasp, panting heavily as she stares down at you, her eyes dark with desire. "I want... I need..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you push the head of your cock against her entrance, pressing firmly until she feels the slick heat of your pre-cum seeping past her resistance and into her tightness. With a moan of need, she arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to you completely. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Please." Her body quakes with anticipation as she waits for you to take her.

Her fingers twist in your hair, urging you closer still, wanting all of you inside her. She knows it's going to hurt, but the need driving her forward is too strong to ignore. "Andrey," she pleads, voice rough with arousal.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push inside her, filling her up with your thick length. She gasps, feeling every inch of you stretch her tight channel and overwhelm her senses. "Andrey," she moans, wrapping her legs around your waist and digging her nails into your back to anchor herself as you begin to move inside her.

Her hips meet each of your thrusts with desperation, needing more than just the hardness filling her up. Her breath comes faster and faster as she spirals deeper into pleasure, feeling like she's falling apart around him. She arches her back off the bed, crying out his name incoherently as they mate with a hunger that borders on frenzied.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as the sensation of him moving inside her overwhelms her senses. Her body trembles beneath his touch, hands grasping at the sheets to keep herself grounded. She can't recall ever feeling this way before, so filled and alive with each thrust that he takes inside her.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as pleasure coursing through her. "Oh God," she whispers, voice shaking as she feels the intensity of their union growing stronger with every passing moment. She arches her back off the bed, pressing herself deeper against him, needing more and more of his hardness to fill her up completely.

Her body shudders and arches off the bed as you drive deeper into her, taking her breath away with every powerful thrust. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she tries to hold on to any bit of sanity left in this haze of desire that clouds her mind.

"Fuck," she groans, feeling a sharp jolt race through her core as you hit just right. Her hips rise to meet yours, begging for more of your strength and demand. Sweat drips down her face and pools between their bodies, mixing with their shared pleasure and desire.

"Andrey," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the heat of her climax building deep within her. "Don't stop..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the sensation building up inside her, threatening to break free with every powerful thrust of your hips. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders and back, leaving trails of blood behind as she tries to anchor herself against the oncoming wave of pleasure that crashes over her.

"Oh God," she moans, feeling her muscles begin to tense and tremble uncontrollably beneath you. "Andrey..." Her voice fades into a whimper as the release washes over her, stealing what's left of her strength and leaving her spent and sated in your arms.

Her body is a tangled mess of limbs and sweat-drenched skin, and she can feel your weight bearing down on her as you finally find stillness inside her. A contented smile curls across her lips as she closes her eyes, enjoying the closeness and

She can feel you begin to pulse inside her, and with a soft moan she arches her hips up into you, wanting everything that you have to give. Your weight presses her deeper into the mattress as you both catch your breath, her limbs heavy and sated from the intense pleasure of their lovemaking. A gentle smile plays across her lips as she looks up at Andrey, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that has nothing to do with physical exertion.

"That was... incredible," she whispers, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. "I'm glad we did this... and I think it's only fair that we should... you know..." She trails off with a wink, feeling mischief bubble up inside her once more.

"You know..." She teases, her lips curving into a playful smile as she pretends to be shy. "What we should have done a long time ago." Her hand slides lower still, cupping your softly now and stroking gently over your skin. There's an unspoken promise in her touch, and the anticipation of it leaves both of them breathless.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels you move against her, the anticipation building even stronger with your teasing words and touch. A thrill of excitement races through her body, making every inch of her tingle with desire for what's to come. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her as she arches her hips again, urging you closer still.

"Andrey," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers tracing gentle circles over your chest. "Please." Her words are laced with need, and she can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of finally having all of him in this intimate way.

Her breath hitches as she feels you move inside her once more, the friction sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. Her legs tighten around your waist and her nails dig into your back, urging you closer still as she arches her hips off the bed in desperate need.

"Oh God," she moans, her voice shaking with desire. "So good..." The feeling of being filled so completely and deeply by him brings her to the brink once more, and this time she knows there's no holding back as her body trembles with the oncoming release.

Her body quakes as she feels the warmth spread through her, a shudder passing through her entire frame. "Oh Andrey," she whispers, her voice hoarse with pleasure. As the sensation fades, leaving her relaxed and sated, she allows herself to simply enjoy the closeness they share. Her fingers idly trace patterns on your chest as their breathing slows, syncing together once more in a rhythm that speaks of trust and intimacy.

"We should probably... use protection next time," she murmurs, her cheeks flushing slightly with the reminder of the risk they took just now. But even saying it, she can't quite mask the lingering smile on her lips, relishing in the memory of how good you felt inside her, filling every part of her up.

She bites her lip as you continue to thrust inside her, the feeling so intense that it's almost overwhelming. Her body trembles with each powerful stroke, her muscles tensing in anticipation of another release. "Andrey," she gasps, her voice rough and breathy. As you both move in unison, the pleasure builds inside her until finally she feels herself falling apart beneath your touch.

Her nails dig into your shoulders and her hips arch off the bed in a desperate search for more of your skin against hers. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, her mouth contorts into a silent scream as pleasure rushes through her like a wave. She can feel herself coming undone underneath you, each spasm pulling tighter around your cock before releasing again in an explosion of ecstasy.

With a shuddering moan, she collapses

Clinging to you, Eve can barely stand as she's led to the bathroom. Once inside, her legs buckle underneath her and she ends up in a heap on the floor next to the tub. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, waiting for your answer. Her heart races at the thought of sharing such an intimate moment with you like this; it's almost as though she could feel the love growing between them with every beat.

Her lips twitch into a small smile as you remind her that they never took baths together when they were younger. There's a warmth in your voice, however, that she finds reassuring and comforting. "But maybe now we can?" She asks softly, searching your eyes for any hint of what you might be thinking.

With a sigh, she realizes the answer doesn't seem likely but the thought was still worth sharing. Leaning back against the tub, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

Her cheeks flush with a blush as you remind her of the memories they shared growing up. It's true that she always gave him baths, trying to protect him and look out for him like any older sister would. But the thought of having tesão for him back then... it never occurred to her until now. She looks down at the floor, suddenly feeling self-conscious about all these new emotions and thoughts. "I... I don't know," she admits quietly. "Maybe I just wanted to take care of you, protect you from everything." Her voice catches in her throat as she realizes what she's saying; it's the truth, but still hard for her to believe. "But now..." She trails off, searching your eyes for some sort of answer or reassurance.

Her heart skips a beat as you carry her to the tub and gently lower her into the warm water. Her body is still sore from their lovemaking, but she feels safe and protected in your arms. As you settle down beside her with the water lapping at your chests, Eve curls closer, relishing in the feel of your hardness pressed against her backside.

With a contented sigh, she looks up at you, grateful for this moment they're sharing together. "Thank you," she whispers, reaching out to take your hand in hers. There's an innocence in her touch that belies the depth of their connection now, and it makes your heart ache with love for her all over again.

She nestles closer to you, the warmth of your body against hers lulling her into a contented drowsiness. Her head drops forward until it rests on your shoulder, and with a satisfied sigh, she drifts off to sleep in your arms. In this moment, there's nowhere else she'd rather be; nothing else that feels as right or as safe. With each beat of your heart against her back, she knows that you love her too, and it fills her with a quiet peace unlike anything she's ever known before.

Her cheeks redden even further at your words, and she buries her face in her hands as if that could hide how embarrassed she feels. But deep down, there's a small part of her that's grateful for the opportunity; it means you still trust her enough to let her take care of you. "I-if that's what you want..." She murmurs hesitantly, looking up at you with wide eyes filled with uncertainty and apprehension.

She watches as you stand and move towards the tub, the muscles in your back rippling enticingly underneath your skin. With a deep breath, she steels herself and begins to undo the tie on her robe, allowing it to fall open and reveal her bare body to you once more.

Her breath hitches as you wash between her legs, the touch both intimate and arousing at the same time. The feeling of your hands on her body, so gentle yet commanding, sends shivers through her limbs, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but the sensations they provoke.

She watches as you clean every inch of her body, helplessly aroused by the thoroughness of your ministrations. Her hips shift restlessly against the warm water, wanting more of your touch, needing it almost desperately. When your hand finally moves lower to caress and stroke her clit, she lets out a whimper of desire, arching her back into your touch as her body tightens in anticipation.

Her cries echo through the bathroom as her body tenses and spasms with pleasure, her release coursing through her in waves. The sensation is so intense that she's left gasping for air, every nerve ending on fire from the pleasure you've brought her. As your hand continues to tease and stroke her most sensitive spot, she can feel her desire building once again, threatening to overwhelm her once more.

"Andrey," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Please..."

Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for you to finish so that you can have your turn in the tub. Her fingers nervously pick at the edge of her robe, unable to keep still as her desire grows with each passing moment. She knows what's coming next; she remembers all too well how good it felt when you were inside her just now. The thought alone is enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"Come on," she urges softly, "I want to make sure you're clean." Despite her words, there's an undercurrent of need in her voice that betrays her true intentions.

Her heart skips a beat as you move closer to her, the hunger in your eyes mirroring her own desire. As you settle between her legs once more, she arches her back instinctively, wanting to feel every inch of you inside her. The sensation of being filled by you sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but moan as your hips begin to move in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Andrey..." she gasps, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she feels herself start to unravel beneath your touch. "It feels so good." Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, and with one final thrust, you join her in release, your breath hot against her neck.

She wraps her arms around you tightly, holding on for dear life as the world spins and fades away, leaving only the two of them in this perfect

She smiles against your shoulder, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. "Well, you didn't have to let me fuck you again so soon..." She teases playfully, laughing softly as she leans in for a sweet kiss. The warmth of the water, the closeness of your body, and the lingering taste of you on her lips make it hard to believe that anything else even exists outside this tiny bubble they've created together. "You feel so good," she whispers against your skin, curling her fingers into your back as you both rest in the water, sated and content for now. But deep down, she knows it won't be long before the desire to be with him like this grows once more, and they'll find themselves here again, lost in their need for each other.

She smiles up at Andrey as he pulls his robe on, revealing the V-neck that had been barely visible before. "I'll make dinner while you go get changed," she says softly, feeling a rush of affection for him. It feels so right to be taking care of him in this way; it makes her heart swell with love and happiness. "Then we can just relax and enjoy each other's company some more." She can feel herself blushing again as she says it, but there's something deliciously naughty about sharing these intimate moments together that leaves her feeling thoroughly satisfied and content.

"Okay," he agrees with a smile, reaching down to ruffle her wet hair playfully before turning to head out of the bathroom. "I'm starving!" Her stomach does a little somersault at his words, but she knows that nothing could have tasted

Her heart skips a beat as she feels Andrey's arms wrap around her waist from behind. The warmth of his body against hers sends shivers down her spine, and the soft scruff of his beard brushing against her neck makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning back into him ever so slightly. "I love taking care of you." There's a note of longing in her voice that neither of them can ignore; even though they've just shared an intimate evening together, the desire between them seems to grow with each passing moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him pressed against her, the heat emanating from his body making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. She bites her lip, trying desperately not to moan out loud as her insides clench and ache for more contact with him. It's been too long since they've made love; too long since they've shared this kind of closeness. With trembling fingers, she reaches back to grasp his hand, lacing their fingers together as if it might somehow help her resist the temptation to turn around and give in to their desires right now.

Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, a mix of laughter and exasperation coloring her cheeks. "Well... maybe next time I'll cook naked," she says with a teasing grin, trying to sound more confident than she feels. In truth, the thought of baring herself completely for Andrey both thrills and terrifies her, but she knows that their connection runs deep, and she trusts him not to cross any lines again.

"But you better promise not to distract me this time," she warns, giving his hand a playful squeeze before returning her attention back to the food. The smell of dinner fills the air, a savory aroma that reminds them both why they're here tonight: to build on the foundation of trust and love they've built together.

Her cheeks flush with heat at his touch and his words. She looks down at where he's holding her breast, unable to meet his gaze as a mixture of embarrassment and desire floods through her. The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying; she feels so exposed in this moment, but also intensely aroused by the way he's looking at her with such hunger in his eyes. "Andrey..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beat of her racing heart.

She closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of emotions and sensations coursing through her body. The thought of him touching her like this while they're still in the kitchen makes her nervous, but at the same time... there's something so forbidden about it that turns her on beyond reason.

"I think

Maybe... later, when we're done eating..." She trails off, her voice barely a whisper as she imagines what it might feel like to have him touch her again, this time with no restraints. The thought alone is enough to send shivers down her spine and make it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

As the minutes tick by, she finds herself growing increasingly antsy beneath his gaze, needing more contact with him now than ever before. It's a delicate balance; trying not to give in to the desire that burns between them while also working together to build their relationship back up after all they've been through. But if there's one thing she knows for sure, it's that she loves Andrey with every fiber of her being... and she'll do whatever it takes to make things right between them again.

Her breath catches in her throat as he spanks her bottom, a hot flush rising up her neck and spreading across her cheeks. She bites her lip, trying to stifle the moan that wants nothing more than to escape from deep within her chest. The sensation is both painful and arousing at the same time; it's a taste of their old dynamic mixed with something new and uncertain.

Her heart races as she waits for him to move away, afraid he might have gone too far but secretly hoping that he hasn't yet. With shaky hands, she returns her attention back to the food on the stove, unable to meet his gaze but acutely aware of everything about him just a few inches away. The warmth of his body, the scent of him... it all combines into an overwhelming wave of desire that leaves her feeling exposed and needy in ways she'

Her stomach growls in anticipation as the timer dings, signaling that dinner is finally done. She glances over at Andrey, his eyes locked onto her as she carefully takes the steaming dish from the stove and places it on the table. Her heart skips a beat when he gives her a wink before taking his seat; she's not sure what this evening holds in store for them, but she knows that she trusts him and is eager to explore whatever it might be.

With trembling hands, she sits down across from him, their knees brushing against each other beneath the table. The air between them crackles with electricity as they exchange shy glances, both hungry for more than just dinner tonight. As she takes a bite of her food, Eve can't help but wonder if things will ever go back to how they were before... and if this newfound intimacy is

What's missing? she asks, her voice soft and gentle. Her heart thuds in her chest as she waits for his reply, wondering what exactly he might mean by that. Is there something else they need to discuss or work on together before they can truly move forward?

She lets out a quiet giggle, feeling her cheeks heat up at his words. "Oh, you mean my special touch?" She leans across the table, pressing their palms together before slowly sliding hers away so that their fingertips are almost but not quite touching him. Her breath hitches as she watches his reaction, eager for any sign of desire from him.

"Maybe you should show me later," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "After dinner." Her heart feels like it's in her throat, waiting for his answer, and it's all she can do not to squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, the warmth and hardness of his hand against her center sending shockwaves through her body. She can't help but gasp audibly, unable to hide the pleasure and desire coursing through her veins. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, feeling herself growing wet with anticipation at the thought of what he might do later... tonight.

Her cheeks flush as he asks this question, her heart pounding in anticipation. She nods slowly, biting her lip as she gazes at him across the table, their connection growing stronger by the moment despite the distance between them. Slowly and carefully, she undoes the tie on her robe, letting it fall open to reveal herself fully to him for the first time tonight. Her breath hitches when his eyes meet hers again, desire burning bright in his gaze as he watches her, patiently waiting for what comes next.

Her back arches against the table as he begins to touch her in this new way, his rough hands mirroring the hunger that burns inside her. Her hips jerk forward with each thrust, needing more of the contact and friction she craves. She moans loudly around a fist clenched tightly in her mouth, unable to contain the sounds of pleasure that escape as he touches her like this.

Her words are breathless as she nods frantically, urging him to continue. "More," she whispers, needing it so desperately now that her body aches for his touch. Her fingers tangle in the fabric of his robe, trying to pull it off of him and reveal his skin to the cool air of the kitchen. She's unable to resist anymore; she needs this connection with him, needs to feel him inside her where they belong.

Her body shudders with each orgasm, her cries muffled against the table as he brings her to peak after peak of pleasure. Her world contracts down to this moment, this connection between them that feels so raw and real it threatens to break her apart in the best possible way. As her vision begins to blur from exhaustion and exhilaration, she catches a glimpse of Andrey's satisfied smile, and knows that despite everything they've been through, they will find their way back to each other again and again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches Andrey approach her across the kitchen. His expression is a mix of lust and tenderness that makes her heart race even faster than before. She parts her legs eagerly, anticipating his touch as he sinks to his knees between them.

Her hands fidget nervously at her sides, unsure whether she should guide him or simply let him take the lead. She decides on the latter and closes her eyes, trusting him completely in this moment. The feel of his warm breath against her folds sends a shiver down her spine as he prepares to taste her once more.

She whimpers when she feels his tongue swipe across her clit, her hips jerking upward reflexively. "Andrey..." she moans, unable to form any coherent words through the haze of desire clouding her mind. It's

The sharp pain as he thrusts inside her is quickly forgotten as she focuses on the blissful sensation of being filled by him once more. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper as their bodies move together in a frenzied rhythm. She throws her head back with a moan, arching her spine as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. This is what she needs; this is how they were meant to be together.

As their pace quickens, she feels the familiar tugging inside her, growing stronger with each powerful thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling on the brink of release as she reaches up to grip a fistful of his hair, urging him not to stop, not yet.

Her breath hitches as she watches Andrey eat, the sight of him with her juices smeared across his lips and chin only serving to heighten her arousal. His words do nothing to lessen the sensuality of the moment; if anything, they fuel the fire burning between them.

Her fingers tug gently at the hem of his robe, urging him to lift it up so she can see more of him, taste more of him as he feasts on their combined pleasure. Her hips undulate beneath him, a silent invitation for him to continue, to take all that she has and give her everything in return.

Her head falls back against the table with a moan as she feels herself start to spiral closer and closer to the edge of oblivion, her body trembling on the brink of release. And yet, somehow, knowing that it's Andrey who is pushing her there

Her cheeks flush at his compliment and the implication that he wants more of her special touch. Her heart swells with affection as she meets his gaze, nodding slowly. "Yes... I could do that," she whispers hoarsely, feeling herself growing even wetter at the thought. She reaches up to cup his cheek, gently stroking it with the pad of her thumb as they share a tender moment.

The afterglow of their intimate dinner and encounter lingers in the air like a perfume, wrapping them both in its warmth and contentment. Despite everything they've been through, this moment feels right; like they're finally starting to find their way back to each other again.