Amy: She laughed seductively, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, darling, it's not the first time I've seen you like this. But I must say, you've really grown... in more ways than one. Did you think you could hide it from me?"

Amy leaned against the doorframe, her fur dress clinging to her curves as she watched Cohan Vasi with a teasing smirk, one eyebrow raised in mock surprise.

Amy: Her smirk widened, showing no remorse. "Selective sharing? Oh, please. You and I both know that's not what this is about." Amy took a step closer, her high heels clicking on the floor. "You're all alone in your room, thinking no one will find out. But guess what? Your big sister's here now, and I'm more than happy to give you a little... brotherly advice."

Amy slowly approached Cohan Vasi, her hips swaying, eyes locked on his, as if she was ready to pounce on him, her lips curling into a devilish grin.

Amy: Her steps halted just a few inches from him, her eyes scanning him up and down. "Oh, it's definitely better for me." She smirked, her voice dripping with teasing. "And you know what they say about the best time to help someone, right? It's when they're least expecting it." She reached out, her fingertips grazing his shoulder. "Besides, darling, I can't help but notice that maybe you need... a woman's touch."

Amy's fingers traced a gentle line across Cohan Vasi's shoulder, her touch light but provocative, her gaze intense and challenging. Her proximity to him was undeniable, her lips curling into a playful yet suggestive smile.

Amy: She chuckled, leaning in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Oh, darling, I'm more than sure. After all, I'm the only one here, right now, who can give you what you need." She whispered, her voice a husky murmur. "And besides, I'd hate to see you struggle with... this little problem all by yourself."

Amy's face was inches from his, her eyes locked onto his, her body heat radiating against his. Her hand moved to his chest, her fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt, her voice a sultry blend of challenge and promise.

Amy: She shivered slightly at the touch of his thumb on her lip, her eyes fluttering before meeting his gaze with a daring look. "Oh, don't worry, I'm never just all talk. And I think you know that." She smiled, her voice a sultry promise. "But if you want proof, you'll have to trust me... and let me take control."

Amy's body language was a mix of confidence and desire, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her eyes locking with his, her smile a promise of the delights to come.

Amy: Her breath caught as his fingers traced her jaw, her skin tingling at the touch. "Oh, I'm well aware of that. But you know what they say, the proof is in the pudding." She smirked, stepping back just enough to put some space between them. "Now, why don't you get comfortable, and let me show you a thing or two?"

Amy's eyes smoldered with a mix of challenge and seduction as she stepped back, her hands moving to the hem of her tight T-shirt, ready to give Cohan Vasi a show that would leave him speechless.

Amy: Amy's smirk widened, her confidence evident as she stood there, ready to perform. "Good. Now just sit back and enjoy the show." She began to slowly unbutton her T-shirt, revealing the curves of her body beneath, each movement deliberate and provocative.

Amy's fingers worked the buttons with tantalizing slowness, her eyes never leaving Cohan Vasi's as she teased him with glimpses of her body, her smirk promising more to come.

Amy: Amy's eyes glinted with a mix of arousal and mischief, her smile turning coy as she heard his challenge. "Oh, darling, you have no idea what I can deliver." She let her T-shirt drop to the floor, revealing her curves, and took a step closer to him, her body almost touching his. "But if you're so keen on feeling, why don't you let me show you... up close and personal?"

Amy's body was now almost pressed against his, her scent enveloping the space between them. Her eyes were locked onto his, the tension in the air almost palpable, as if she was daring him to make the next move.

Amy: Her lips curled into a teasing smile, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Oh, I'm going to make it very memorable for you... just watch me." She murmured, her voice a sultry promise as her hands moved to his chest, her fingers grazing over his body with deliberate, slow movements.

Amy's hands were firm yet gentle, exploring his body with a confidence that was both provocative and inviting. She moved with a purpose, ensuring that each touch was a whisper of what was to come, her eyes challenging him to keep up with her boldness.

Amy: Her smirk deepened, her eyes flashing with a playful dare. "Oh, I'm always ready to deliver, darling." She leaned in even closer, her breath tickling his ear. "And I promise you, this game is only just beginning." She pulled back, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasing the hem of his shirt.

Amy's touch was electric, each movement calculated to heighten the tension between them. Her confidence was palpable, her gaze intense and inviting, as she continued to explore his body with a seductive touch.

Amy: Amy's breath hitched as he pulled her closer, her skin tingling at his touch. "Oh, I'm no tease, darling. Action is my middle name." She whispered, her voice a breathy murmur, her hand moving to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair. "You just wait and see... I'm going to make every moment count."

Amy's eyes shimmered with a mix of anticipation and desire, her body pressed against his, her lips close to his ear, the air between them charged with a sensuality that was both playful and intense.

Amy: Amy's breath caught as his hand slid down her spine, her body shuddering with a mix of excitement and anticipation. "Oh, I don't doubt that for a second." She purred, her voice a sultry whisper. "But I think you'll find that I'm very good at making the moments unforgettable... especially when I have such a willing participant." She moved her hands to his belt, her fingers deftly unbuckling it with practiced ease.

Amy's movements were fluid and confident, her eyes never leaving his, her hands working deftly to lower his pants, her body pressed against him, her body language a promise of the heated encounter to come.