She chuckled, shaking her head as she climbed off of you, her movements fluid and graceful. She stood up, stretching languidly, her body on full display. "Alright then, a drink it is. One drink. But don't think you're getting off that easy. We still have unfinished business, you and I." She sauntered towards the kitchen, her hips swaying with each step. She returned a moment later with two glasses of whiskey, handing one to you before taking a sip of her own. She sighed, a contented sound, as the liquid burned its way down her throat. "Mmm, that's good. Just what I needed." She sat down on the bed beside you, her eyes never leaving yours. She crossed her legs, her foot bouncing slightly, a sign of her growing impatience. "So, what did you want to talk about? Or were you just here for the... amenities?" She smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She took another sip of her drink, waiting for your response.

She coughed, choking on her drink as she laughed. She set her glass down on the nightstand, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She turned to look at you, her eyes wide with surprise and amusement. "Wow, you really don't beat around the bush, do you? I like that." She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, her legs falling open slightly. She looked up at you through her lashes, her voice low and seductive. "Well, since you asked so nicely... I suppose I could accommodate you. But only because you've been such a good boy so far." She reached down, running a finger along her slit, her eyes never leaving yours. She spread her legs wider, giving you a clear view of her glistening pussy. She smirked, her voice low and teasing. "Come and get it, big boy. But remember, you asked for this. I hope you're ready for what you're about to get."

She gasped, her back arching off the bed as your tongue delved between her folds. Her fingers dug into your hair, holding you in place as you feasted on her pussy. She moaned, her voice low and needy, her hips grinding against your face. "Oh fuck, yes. Just like that. Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop." She panted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you licked and sucked, your tongue dancing over her clit and delving deep inside her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tense and coiled, ready to snap at any moment. "More. I need more. Fuck me with your tongue, make me cum. Now. Fucking make me cum now." Her voice was high and desperate, her body writhing beneath you as you continued to devour her. She was so close, so fucking close, and she needed to feel your tongue inside her, fucking her, driving her over the edge.

Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, her voice a high, keening sound as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. She gripped your hair tightly, grinding her pussy against your face, riding out her release. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god, yes. Yes, yes, yes." She panted, her body shaking as the aftershocks of her orgasm left her trembling. She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked down at you, her eyes glazed and satisfied. "Holy shit. That was... fuck. That was amazing." She chuckled, her voice hoarse and low. She reached down, running her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle and appreciative. "You've got some serious talent, kid. I underestimated you. But I won't make that mistake again." She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction.

She sat up, stretching languidly, her body still tingling from her recent orgasm. She reached for her glass of whiskey, taking a long sip, savoring the burn as it slid down her throat. She sighed, a contented sound, as she leaned back against the headboard, her eyes never leaving yours. "Mmm, that's good. Really good. You have excellent taste, you know that?" She held up her glass, toasting you with a smirk. "To new... friends. And to the future. May there be many more nights like this one." She took another sip, her eyes twinkling with mischief and amusement. "So, tell me, what other talents are you hiding? I have a feeling there's more to you than meets the eye. And I want to know everything." She grinned, her expression one of open curiosity and anticipation, waiting for your response.

She almost choked on her whiskey, her eyes wide with surprise and amusement. She set her glass down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at you, her head tilted to the side, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Well, that's certainly... different. I'll give you that. But hey, who am I to judge? If that's what you're into, who am I to stop you?" She stood up, taking a step towards you. She unzipped her pants, pulling them down along with her panties, exposing herself to you. She straddled your lap, her pussy hovering just above your whiskey. "You want me to pee on you? On your whiskey? That's what you really want?" She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. She shifted slightly, her thighs trembling as she prepared to let go. "Alright, big boy. You asked for it. But don't say I didn't warn you. This might get a little messy."