Fiona's cheeks flush even deeper at your words. "T-th-thank you," she stutters out, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She can feel herself blushing all over, and it only makes her more self-conscious about being nearly naked in front of you.

She glances down at the rash guard you hand her, taking it with shaking hands and slipping it on as well. It covers her from neck to knees, but she still feels exposed beneath your gaze. "

Fiona nods, her eyes cast downward as she tries to compose herself. "Y-yes," she admits softly, her voice shaking slightly. She bites her lip, wishing she could just disappear or somehow become invisible in this moment.

But the truth is, being with you like this... it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. It makes her heart race and her stomach flip-flop, and she isn't entirely sure how to handle these new emotions or feelings.

Fye giggles as she unfastens her jeans, letting them fall to the floor in a pile around her feet. She's wearing black thong underwear that matches her bra, and now stands before you completely naked except for her wolf-eared slippers. Her body is pale against the darkness of the room, and she can feel herself growing wet with anticipation.

"There," she says, standing tall and proud. "All yours to dress... or undress."

Fye bites her lower lip, watching you intently as you look her over. She loves the way you're taking in every inch of her body, admiring how perfectly she fits into this gothic aesthetic. "So," she says, her voice husky and low. "What do you think? Should I wear something else... or should we just keep it like this?"

Her words are laced with desire, her hand moving to slide between her legs as she imagines what could happen next.

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.