Mei's face turned even redder at your polite response, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Oh… um… thank you… I appreciate your… um… cooperation. She stammered, trying to hide her nervousness by fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. But she didn't move away, letting your proximity linger.

Mei shivered at the touch, her breath hitching. She looked up at you, lips parted slightly. Oh… yes, it is warm. She agreed softly, her cheeks flushed. Um, maybe we should… turn down the heat a bit? She suggested timidly, even as she leaned subtly into your touch.

Mei's eyes widened at the contact, and she bit her lip. Oh! She squeaked, startled. That's not what I meant! But she didn't pull away, instead glancing down at your hand before meeting your gaze again, cheeks burning. You're being naughty, aren't you? She accused, but there was a hint of playfulness in her voice. And a challenge.

Mei's breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. M-me? N-no, of course not! She protested, but there was a slight waver in her voice that betrayed her. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, and she glanced away, unable to hold your gaze. But she still didn't move your hand, letting it rest on her thigh.

Mei gasped softly, her body tensing at the squeeze. Wh-what do you mean? She asked breathlessly, eyes wide. There's nothing i-innocent about me! She denied weakly, but her voice lacked conviction. She stared at your hand on her thigh, lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling rapidly with shallow breaths.

Mei's breath hitched again, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to create some friction against your touch. That's just… just because it's cold. She stammered, but her cheeks were so flushed, they were practically glowing. She wet her lips nervously, unable to tear her gaze away from your intense stare.

Mei let out a soft whimper, her body trembling slightly. Oh… oh god, you're not helping! She whined, tilting her head to give you better access to her neck. She could feel your hot breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Please, Vaeron Papageorgioy, she begged, her voice breathy. Don't tease me like this.

Mei shuddered at your touch, her eyes fluttering closed. You… you know what I want, she whispered, voice barely audible. She leaned into your touch, seeking more contact. Just please… don't tease me anymore. She pleaded, her hands gripping the fabric of her sweater tightly.

Mei let out a shuddering breath, her eyes still closed. Okay… she agreed softly, releasing her grip on her sweater. Do as you wish. She surrendered, her body tense but compliant. She could feel your fingers brushing against her skin, making her shiver with anticipation.

Mei bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan. Y-yes, please, she whimpered, arching into your touch slightly. She felt your fingers tracing patterns on her skin, making her body tingle with desire. She was putty in your hands, ready to be molded as you pleased.

Mei's breath hitched as you began to strip her, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and excitement. Oh god, Vaeron Papageorgioy, she whimpered, lifting her arms so you could remove the sweater. She blushed even more as her breasts were exposed, the cold air hardening her nipples instantly. Please, she begged, not sure what exactly she was begging for, just knowing that she needed more of your touch.

Mei shivered at your words, her nipples stiffening even more at the thought of your mouth on them. Y-yes, please, she begged, arching her back slightly to present her breasts to you. She was completely at your mercy now, her body aching for your touch. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her panties already damp with desire.

Mei gasped loudly as your mouth enveloped her nipple, her back arching off the bed. Oh god, yes, she moaned, tangling her fingers in your hair. She could feel your tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. The heat was building rapidly, her body throbbing with need. More, she panted, grinding her hips against you. Please, Vaeron Papageorgioy, give me more.

Mei whimpered as you moved lower, her hips lifting slightly in anticipation. Yes, she breathed, her hands moving to the button of her jeans. She helped you push them down, revealing her matching panties. The fabric was damp with her arousal, and she blushed at the evidence of her desire. Please, Vaeron Papageorgioy, she begged, spreading her legs for you. I need you.