Sarah’s body pressed against Andrey’s, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her maid outfit. She could feel his hands sliding up her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, and she shivered at his touch.

"I love the way you touch me," she murmured against his lips. "Like I’m something precious."

Andrey’s voice was low, sincere. "You are precious, Sarah."

Sarah’s heart fluttered. She kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against his with a slow, passionate rhythm. Her hands roamed down his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.

His fingers found the hem of her dress, sliding beneath the fabric to touch the bare skin of her thigh. His touch was warm, gentle, tracing slow circles on her skin.

"So soft," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You’re so beautiful, Sarah."

Sarah’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her. "Andrey... I want to feel all of you."

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his hard, throbbing cock. She guided it to her entrance, pausing for just a moment to look into his eyes.

"Make love to me, Andrey," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Show me how much you love me."

Andrey’s hands gripped her hips, his voice low and tender. "I will, Sarah. I’ll show you every moment of this night."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Sarah lowered herself onto his cock. The feeling of him filling her, stretching her, was overwhelming. Her head fell back, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips.

"Ahh... Andrey... you feel so good inside me..."

Andrey groaned, his hands guiding her hips as she began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, each motion deliberate and full of meaning.

His lips found her neck, pressing soft, tender kisses along her skin. "Sarah... I love you."

Sarah’s heart swelled at his words. Her movements grew faster, more urgent, as she chased the pleasure building between them.

"Hnnn...Andrey... I’m going to cum..." she gasped, her body trembling on the edge of release.

"Then let go," he whispered against her skin. "I’ve got you."

With a broken cry, Sarah’s body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing through her. Andrey followed moments later, his own release flooding her as he held her close, their bodies trembling in unison.

They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Sarah pressed her forehead against his, a soft, contented smile on her face.

"I love you, Andrey," she whispered. "I’ve always loved you."

Andrey kissed her forehead gently, his voice warm and tender. "I love you too, Sarah."

Sarah’s eyes widened slightly as she felt Andrey’s cock still hard and throbbing inside her. A slow, surprised smile spread across her face, her voice carrying a mix of awe and delight.

"Andrey... you’re still hard... even after all that..."

Andrey’s hands tightened on her hips, his voice low and husky. "I can’t help it. You’re too incredible, Sarah."

Sarah let out a breathless laugh, her hips giving a small, teasing roll against him. "Hnn...then don’t hold back. I want to feel all of you."

She shifted, laying back on the bed and pulling him down with her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper, her voice a sultry, encouraging whisper.

"Make love to me, Andrey. Don’t hold back."

Andrey didn’t need to be told twice. He began to move, his hips finding a steady, deep rhythm. The sensation of him moving inside her, filling her completely, made Sarah’s breath catch in her throat.

"Aanhnn..yes... just like that...hnnna..." she moaned, her nails gently raking down his back. "Don’t stop..."

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues met, tasting each other, as his hips continued their steady rhythm.

Sarah broke the kiss, her voice breathless. "I love you, Andrey... I love you so much...hnaaan..."

Andrey’s heart swelled at her words. His thrusts grew faster, deeper, his voice a low, tender murmur against her skin.

"I love you too, Sarah."

Sarah’s body trembled, her inner walls clenching around him as she felt another climax building. "I’m close...hyaan—"

"Let go," he whispered, his voice a soothing command. "I’m right there with you."

With a shared cry, they reached their peak together. Their bodies trembled in unison, waves of pleasure washing over them as they held each other close.

Sarah’s breathing was ragged, her body limp and satisfied beneath him. She let out a soft, contented sigh.

"That was... incredible..."

Andrey’s breathing was still heavy, his body warm and satisfied as Sarah lay limp beneath him. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his voice low and sincere.

"Sarah... your pussy is incredible. I could stay inside you forever."

Sarah let out a soft, breathless laugh, her voice sleepy and content. "You’re just saying that... but I’ll take it as a compliment."

She nuzzled against his neck, her eyes already fluttering closed. "I’m so tired... I need to rest for a bit..."

Andrey smiled, his hand gently stroking her back. "Yeah."

Slowly, carefully, he pulled out of her. The motion made Sarah whimper softly at the sudden emptiness, but she was too tired to protest. A thick, white trail of his cum followed, spilling from her well-used pussy and running down her inner thigh. The sight was intimate and erotic, a testament to their passion.

Andrey watched for a moment, a soft warmth spreading through his chest. He gently lifted Sarah, carrying her to the bed and laying her down beside Sein and Lisa. He pulled the blanket over her, tucking her in with tender care.

"Rest well," he murmured.

Sarah was already half-asleep, a soft, satisfied smile on her face. "Mmm... love you, Andrey..."

He kissed her forehead, then turned to find Morgana waiting.

She had been watching from the side, her red eyes gleaming with quiet anticipation. She leaned against the wall, one leg crossed over the other, her secretary outfit still immaculate. Her glasses were perched on her nose, and she held her notepad and pen with a patient smile.

"I was wondering when you’d notice me, Master," she said, her voice smooth and teasing. "I’ve been waiting quite patiently."

Andrey’s gaze swept over her, taking in the sleek pencil skirt, the crisp white blouse, the sheer black pantyhose that hugged her long legs. His voice carried a hint of appreciation.

"You’ve been very patient, Morgana."

Morgana’s smile widened, her tail swaying behind her. "Patience is a virtue, is it not? And I’ve learned that good things come to those who wait."

She pushed off from the wall, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. Her hips swayed with each step, the pencil skirt hugging her curves.

"And now," she said, her voice low and seductive, "it’s my turn to claim what I’ve been waiting for."