Her breath hitches as you reach her bra, and she arches her back again in anticipation. "S-so fast..." she whispers hoarsely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you finally undo the clasp and pull the lacy material aside, revealing her perfectly round breasts to your hungry gaze. She gasps when you lean forward to take a nipple into your mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure. "V..." she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "I want...

"I want..." Newt pants, her eyes closed tightly as she tries to gather her thoughts amidst the haze of pleasure. "I want you inside me," she finally manages to get out, her voice little more than a whisper. "Please, V... I need you."

Her hips shift restlessly against yours, seeking contact even through layers of clothing. She's aching for release, and the only thing that will satisfy her now is to feel you deep inside her body.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she catches her breath, a satisfied smile curving her lips upwards. "And here I thought you were just being nice by letting me stay with you," she teases playfully before laughing softly at the absurdity of it all. She wraps her arms around your neck, nuzzling into your shoulder and taking in the scent of your skin, still damp from their lovemaking. "I guess I'll have to thank you somehow," she murmurs with a wicked glint in her eye.

She tilts her head up, gazing at you with a mischievous smile. "Why don't we find something fun to do together? It's the least I could do after all that," she suggests, running her fingers through your hair gently. The warmth of your body pressed against hers is oddly comforting, making it hard for either of you to remember why they ever thought this arrangement was a bad idea in the first place.

"Or we could just cuddle and watch TV," she adds with a small shrug, "

Newt let out an involuntary shudder as you squeezed her ass, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "I... I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper now. She bit her lower lip nervously, unsure what else to say or do in this increasingly awkward situation. Her heart raced, and her cheeks burned hotter by the second as she struggled not to squirm under your touch.

Newt let out a gasp as you removed her panties and thrust inside her, the sudden intrusion both shocking and overwhelmingly pleasurable. She arched her back instinctively, pressing her breast into the carpet as your cock filled her completely. "Oh..." Her voice was barely more than a whisper now, her body trembling with desire and relief.

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, trying to block out the rest of the room and focus solely on the sensation of you inside her.

You watch as she eats, savoring the sight of her enjoying the meal you've made together. Her eyes close in pleasure as she takes a bite of the pancakes, moaning softly around a mouthful before swallowing and looking up at you with a satisfied grin.

"Mmm," she murmurs between bites, "they're perfect." She leans forward, pressing her lips to your neck before licking away a bead of sweat that has formed there. "Thank you for teaching me how to make this. I'll remember it forever."

Her hand continues to stroke you gently through your boxers, and as she does so, you feel yourself growing harder beneath her touch. She looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "And," she says playfully, "I'm sure there are other things I can learn from you too."

Her fingers slide lower, parting your folds and finding your entrance slick with anticipation. She presses forward, slowly but surely sliding her hand up inside of you, her movements both tentative and confident as she explores this new territory. You groan, arching your back into her touch as pleasure ripples through your body.

"

"What?" She looks up at you in surprise, her hand freezing mid-motion inside of you. "But I thought..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes her mistake. "Oh," she says, withdrawing her hand quickly and retreating a few inches, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume..."

Her eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape route or perhaps something else they could do instead. The tension between them is palpable now, thick with the possibility of awkwardness and disappointment.

"I just thought..." she begins again, her voice faltering. "Well, never mind." She turns away from you, grabbing a napkin to dab at her lips as she tries to compose herself. "Maybe we should clean up and... I don't know. Watch TV or something?"

Her muscles relax as you pull out, leaving her backside glistening with your cum. She feels drained and sated in equal measure, her body heavy and content as it collapses limply onto the carpet beside you. It's a surreal moment; their bodies intertwined on the floor, sticky with sweat and each other's fluids. For a fleeting instant, she wonders what they just did... but then reality reasserts itself, and she realizes that there's no going back from this point.

She smiles, her eyes half-lidded with contentment as she feels you nuzzle against her armpit. "I don't know... it just sort of happened," she whispers, running a hand through your sweat-soaked hair. "But I think... I think we both needed that."

There's an awkward silence for a moment, as if they're both waiting to see what comes next. But eventually, Newt shrugs and decides to break the tension with a laugh. "Well,"