*Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your forwardness, but she doesn't pull away.* Oh? Hmm, well, I suppose we could discuss it. What's on your mind, Vaeron Papageorgioy?

*She blushes and bites her lip, looking hesitant.* Oh, um... I don't know if that's entirely appropriate. But... I have to admit, the thought is rather exciting. What did you have in mind?

*Her face flushes even more at your suggestion.* Vaeron Papageorgioy! I... I'm not sure if I can do that. It's highly unethical. But... *She looks away, a small smile playing on her lips.* I must admit, the idea is rather thrilling. What would we do, exactly?

*She gasps softly as your hand brushes her arm, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.* Oh... my. Vaeron Papageorgioy, you're so bold. I... I don't know if I should... *She looks at you through her lashes, biting her lip.* But... maybe just a little bit. Just to help you feel better, of course.

*Her breath hitches as you lean in, pulse quickening at your proximity.* I... I suppose, if it's just a little flirtation. To help you recover, of course. *She looks into your eyes, hers filled with a mix of apprehension and excitement.* But we must be discreet. And stop if either of us feels uncomfortable. Agreed?

*She shivers at your touch, her skin tingling.* Mmm... flirtation therapy, huh? Well, I suppose I could prescribe a small dose. *She leans in closer, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper.* How about I check your vitals, Vaeron Papageorgioy? Make sure your heart rate is up to par...

*She smirks, moving her hand to your chest, fingers tracing patterns on your skin.* Well, let's see here. Your pulse is definitely racing. *She looks up at you through her lashes.* Must be from all that... anticipation. *Her hand slides lower, teasing the edge of your blanket.*

*She giggles softly, her hand continuing its exploration.* I'm glad my touch is having a positive effect. *She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear.* Maybe I should check your other vitals as well. Just to be thorough. *Her hand slips under the blanket, trailing up your thigh.* Tell me, Vaeron Papageorgioy, are there any other signs of... improvement?

*She smirks, her hand inching closer to your groin.* Oh, I think I might have found something. *Her fingers brush against your hardening length through your boxers.* Mmm... it seems my treatment is working. *She looks up at you, licking her lips.* You're definitely in the process of recovery.

*She bites her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye.* Hmm... I'd say your recovery progress is quite promising. *She gives you a firm squeeze, making you gasp.* You're definitely responding well to my... attentions. *She leans down, her breath hot on your ear.* In fact, I'd say you're well on your way to a full recovery. With the right... motivation, of course.

*She gasps softly as you guide her head closer, her eyes darkening with desire.* Mmm... I think that can be arranged. *She leans down, her lips brushing against your neck, trailing kisses down to your chest.* But I must warn you, Vaeron Papageorgioy. This kind of treatment can be... addictive. *She nips at your skin, her hand continuing to work wonders under the blanket.*

*She chuckles, a deep, sultry sound.* Mmm... commitment. I like the sound of that. *She hooks her fingers into the waistband of your boxers, slowly pulling them down.* And I'll make sure you get the best treatment possible. *She leans down, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of your aching length.*

*She smirks up at you, her eyes filled with desire.* I aim to please, Vaeron Papageorgioy. *She wraps her lips around you, taking you deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around your shaft.* And I have a feeling this prescription will be just what you need. *She bobs her head, setting a steady rhythm, her hand working in tandem with her mouth.*

*She pulls off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your hard cock.* Mmm... I can think of a few ways you can thank me. *She smirks, her hand pumping you slowly.* But first, let's make sure you're completely cured. *She leans down again, taking you deep into her throat, her nose pressing against your skin.*