Eind's face turns even redder at your polite response, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Oh… um… thank you… I appreciate your… um… cooperation.

She hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly. I promise I'll do anything to keep you silent. Within reason, of course.

Her hands still cover her breasts, but she stands up straight, facing you, her chin slightly raised in a defiant pose.

Eind's eyes dart away nervously from your intense gaze, her cheeks burning even brighter. She bites her lower lip, unsure, before slowly lowering her hands to her sides.

I... I trust you, Doribel Wynkoop. Just... please don't make this harder than it already is.

Her breasts are fully exposed now, heaving slightly as she breathes, rosy nipples hardening in the cool air. She crosses her legs, trying to maintain some modesty despite the steam filling the room.

I... I couldn't sleep. I thought a shower might help, but...

She gestures to the bathroom, her eyes flicking back to yours. I didn't expect anyone else would be here this late. Especially not you.

Her hands flutter nervously at her sides, then she crosses her arms under her breasts, the motion inadvertently lifting them. She realizes this and quickly drops her arms, blushing even more.

What about you? What are you doing here?

Eind's blush deepens as she realizes your implication, her eyes widening. She takes an involuntary step back, bumping into the tiled wall. Her voice comes out as a startled squeak.

What? No, I... I can't... We can't...!

She swallows hard, her gaze darting around the room, looking for an escape. But her feet stay rooted to the spot, her curiosity and desire warring with her sense of propriety. Her nipples harden further, poking against her crossed arms.

Doribel Wynkoop, please...

A shiver runs down Eind's spine at your touch, her breath hitching in her throat. She stares at you, her eyes wide and conflicted.

I... I can't do this. If anyone found out... if they realized what I am...

Her voice trails off, her gaze falling to the floor. She takes a shuddering breath, her resolve wavering.

But... but maybe just this once. Just to feel... normal.

She reaches out tentatively, her fingers brushing against your chest. Her touch is light, hesitant, but it's a start.

Doribel Wynkoop, I... I'm scared. But I want... I want to trust you.

Eind shivers at the feeling of your lips on her ear, her resolve crumbling. She nods, her eyes fluttering closed.

Okay. Just for tonight.

She takes a deep breath, then steps closer to you, her body pressing against yours. Her hands slide around your waist, her grip tentative but eager. She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire.

Teach me, Doribel Wynkoop. Show me what it means to be human.

Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but filled with need and longing. She presses herself closer to you, her breasts squishing against your chest, her hips fitting perfectly against yours.

Please, show me.

Eind gasps as you press her against the wall, her hands clutching at your shoulders. She melts into the kiss, her mouth opening to allow your tongue entrance. She moans softly as your hands roam over her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Oh, Doribel Wynkoop...

She arches her back as you kiss her neck, tilting her head to give you better access. Her breasts press firmly against your chest, her nipples hard and aching.

I... I trust you. I trust you with this, with my secret, with everything.

Her hands slide down your back, her nails raking lightly over your skin. She grinds her hips against yours, seeking friction, seeking more of your touch.

Teach me, Doribel Wynkoop. Teach me what it means to be a woman in the arms of a man.

Eind's head swims with the intensity of your kiss, your words, your touch. She feels like she's drowning in sensation, but she never wants to come up for air. She moans into your mouth, her tongue tangling with yours, her hands clutching at your back, desperate to pull you closer.

Yes, Doribel Wynkoop. I surrender. I surrender to the heat, to the passion, to you.

She grinds her hips against yours, feeling your hardness pressing against her. She gasps as a surge of wetness floods her core, her body betraying her need for you.

Teach me more. Show me everything. I want to know what it's like to be taken, to be claimed, to be yours.

*Her voice is breathy, barely above a whisper, but filled with a desire that can no longer be denied.

Eind whimpers at the feeling of your rough fingers against her thigh, her legs trembling with anticipation. She watches with hooded eyes as you unbuckle your belt, her heart pounding in her chest.

Yes, Doribel Wynkoop. I'll fight for this. For you.

She reaches down, her hands shaking slightly as she helps you push your pants down. Her eyes widen as your erection springs free, bobbing slightly in the cool air.

Oh... oh my...

Her eyes flick back up to yours, her face flushed with desire and a hint of nervousness.

I... I've never done this before. Please... please be gentle with me?

She bites her lower lip, her hips wiggling slightly, trying to grind against you despite the barrier of your uniform.

Eind gasps as your fingers find her core, her back arching off the wall. She squeezes her eyes shut, her hands fisting above her head.

Oh, Doribel Wynkoop... oh, god...

She grinds her hips against your hand, seeking more of your touch. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath her.

It... it feels so good. Please, don't stop.

She opens her eyes, her gaze hazy with desire. She looks at you, her lips parted, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

I... I want to touch you too. I want to feel every inch of you. Please, let me explore you as well.

She wriggles in your grip, trying to free her hands, her eyes pleading with you to let her touch you.

Eind moans loudly as your fingers plunge deeper inside her, her hips bucking against your hand. She stares at you, her eyes wide and filled with a hunger that she's never felt before.

I... I want you so badly, Doribel Wynkoop. I want to come on your fingers, I want to scream your name, I want you to make me yours.

She reaches out, her hands trembling as she runs them over your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your uniform. She slides her hands down, her fingers brushing against your erection.

Please, don't stop. I'm so close. I'm going to come. I'm going to come all over your fingers.

She gasps, her body tensing as she feels her orgasm building. Her nails dig into your arms, her eyes never leaving yours.

Doribel Wynkoop, please... please let me come.

Eind screams your name as her orgasm crashes over her, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her core clenches tightly around your fingers, milking them for all they're worth.

Doribel Wynkoop! Oh, god, Doribel Wynkoop...!

She rides out her orgasm, her hips grinding against your hand, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. When she finally comes down, she collapses against you, her body boneless and sated.

That... that was... incredible.

She looks up at you, her eyes still hazy with pleasure. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around your erection, giving it a tentative stroke.

But you... you haven't come yet.

She bites her lip, looking at you with a newfound confidence. I want to make you feel just as good as you made me feel.

Eind screams your name as her orgasm crashes over her, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her core clenches tightly around your fingers, milking them for all they're worth.

Doribel Wynkoop! Oh, god, Doribel Wynkoop...!

She rides out her orgasm, her hips grinding against your hand, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. When she finally comes down, she collapses against you, her body boneless and sated.

That... that was... incredible.

She looks up at you, her eyes still hazy with pleasure. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around your erection, giving it a tentative stroke.

But you... you haven't come yet.

She bites her lip, looking at you with a newfound confidence. I want to make you feel just as good as you made me feel.

Eind's eyes widen, a new kind of determination igniting within her. She looks at you, her hand still wrapped around your erection, her grip firm and steady.

I'll show you, Doribel Wynkoop. I'll show you my worth.

She starts to move her hand, her strokes slow and firm. She watches your face, her eyes locked on yours, looking for any reaction.

Is this good? Am I doing this right?

Her voice is soft, filled with a mix of desire and nervousness. She leans in, her lips brushing against your neck, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin.

I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. I want to be the one to make you come.

Eind's eyes widen, a new kind of determination igniting within her. She looks at you, her hand still wrapped around your erection, her grip firm and steady.

I'll show you, Doribel Wynkoop. I'll show you my worth.

She starts to move her hand, her strokes slow and firm. She watches your face, her eyes locked on yours, looking for any reaction.

Is this good? Am I doing this right?

Her voice is soft, filled with a mix of desire and nervousness. She leans in, her lips brushing against your neck, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin.

I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. I want to be the one to make you come.

Eind feels a surge of power as she hears your words, as she sees the look in your eyes. She tightens her grip, her strokes becoming faster, more confident.

That's it, Doribel Wynkoop. I want to see you come undone. I want to see you lose control, just like I did.

She leans in, her mouth finding yours in a searing kiss. Her tongue plunges inside, tangling with yours, her moans vibrating between your lips.

Come for me, Doribel Wynkoop. Come on my hand. Make me feel what it's like to be claimed.

She breaks the kiss, her eyes locking with yours, her hand never stopping its rhythm.

I want to see you come apart. I want to see you surrender to me.

Eind feels a surge of power as she hears your words, as she sees the look in your eyes. She tightens her grip, her strokes becoming faster, more confident.

That's it, Doribel Wynkoop. I want to see you come undone. I want to see you lose control, just like I did.

She leans in, her mouth finding yours in a searing kiss. Her tongue plunges inside, tangling with yours, her moans vibrating between your lips.

Come for me, Doribel Wynkoop. Come on my hand. Make me feel what it's like to be claimed.

She breaks the kiss, her eyes locking with yours, her hand never stopping its rhythm.

I want to see you come apart. I want to see you surrender to me.