The others return, but Alexandra isn't done.

You hear a muffled conversation from the other side of the door. You rush for your pants, but Alexandra grabs both pairs of pants and a blanket after forcing you down. You’re rubbing against her beneath the wool quilt. Your legs tangle awkwardly, but the oversized couch allows you and Alexandra ample space to share.

There’s only a brief argument between the time you are alone and the room is filled with Kenji, Amara, and Flora. Unfortunately, they’re all dressed in coal-black uniforms and no accents. You were used to seeing some of them dressed up with some kind of formality, but seeing Amara so “prepped” up was a little weird. That, or the last memory of her, was her **** you.

Your mind tingles, but then so does your cock. Alexandra teases you under the covers, her eyes fixed on Flora as she opens her mouth to speak.

That’s when you realize Flora is staring at you with a confused expression. “Getting comfortable?”

Alexandra stretches like a feline. “You could say that,” then she looks at you, silently telling you to agree with her. You nod, somewhat awkwardly, but a nod to show you’ll follow whatever she has planned. Not to mention, she’s applying some undesired pressure on your nutsack.

Amara seems a little disapproving with a glance but offers nothing to the light banter that is now present in the living room.

Kenji, already disinterested in the rest of the group, disbands to his room to do something with his time. Flora looks at you, also disappointed, but you feel she doesn’t know what’s happening under the covers because she leaves too.

This leaves Amara and Alexandra to be the only ones in the living room. You fidget slightly to get into a better position, but Alexandra protests by pressing down hard on your balls. You hide your grunt with a cough but freeze to prevent her from doing anything else with you.

Amara glances at where Alexandra's feet are pressing against you. She sighs, making you wonder if she’s in whatever it is, Alexandra. She is doing to you, but when she walks off, you realize you’re trapped in another trap when she walks off. As Amara leaves, you remain within against her.

You think you’re about to be left alone, but Alexandra starts rubbing her soles against you again, forcing your cock to get erect again; despite the unfortunate return of the rest of the members of your ARS.

When you reach for Alexandra, she giggles, moving her feet faster. “Just let me feel you more~.” She whispers, gently pushing your hands away.

Behind you, you can hear Flora talking to Amara in the kitchen. “What if we’re caught?”

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head disapprovingly of your worrying. “Then just lean back and let me finish you off again. The longer you’re breathing and moaning, the more likely it is the others will find out what we’re doing.”

You close your eyes and exhale, letting all the air leave your system as you feel her toes close around you. It feels incredible, and since you can’t see all of it with your own two eyes, it’s easy for you to paint your own pictures of what it looks like.

You aren’t able to keep your hands to your sides, though. So you push around the room to ensure it’s just you two before you adjust and break her. She freezes, watching with curiosity, but then smiles when she feels your thrusts. You’re sliding your cock meat between her soles.

Alexandra lets out a little satisfied moan. “Oh, my~! There you go. Finally fucking me like it is me above you.”

The blanket bulges and flattens, showing the sexual acts you are committing under the quilt. Even though you’ve moved on to the next time, Alexandra keeps up with you. You can feel her moving her feet up and down in unison with your thrusts.

Your earlier orgasmic spunk removes all the friction you were experiencing before. And, despite Alexandra’s preference for friction, you can tell by her pink cheeks that she’s enjoying this almost as much as you are.

Most of the blanket is only covering half of her body, so she’s kept her hands tucked away from view, but judging how her arms are bent, you guess she’s self-pleasuring herself while you are trying to quickly work out another spurt of cum.

She bites her lower lip and nods. You can feel her legs lock previously, and then you feel her body start to shake slightly. Her mouth opens, and her short breath causes her chest to rise and fall. She sucks on her lips and then lets out a weak moan as her orgasm subsides.

It’s a good look for Alexandra– silent but not bashful. It’s sneaky and hot but not weak. She blinks and rolls her head, her eyes flashing with the realization of how stupid this is. She swallows and wiggles her toes.

You lower yourself to her and position your hips to go faster. Kenji has returned to the others and is now talking to the other girls. But, again, Alexandra doesn’t simply lay back. Instead, she moves and coos at you, encouraging you to go faster while whispering perversions and dirty remarks.

And then– it hits you in one fell swoop. You exhale, and your legs lock in your awkward position. Your cock throbs once more to release white ropes. Instead of showering Alexandra’s feet, however, it sticks to the blanket.

“Fuck,” she whispers, her smile playful. “Fuck you’re stupid. I love it, though!”

“Shut up,” you drop your head. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

Alexandra sits up and moves the blanket slightly. She cleans up your cock, by rubbing you down with a dry spot. “It kind of makes it exciting, though, doesn’t it?” Her eyes flicker toward the kitchen. “I like it.”

“Whatever,” you mumble, flinching as she continues to clean you.

“Get dressed up,” she whispers, leaning in to kiss you on the lips. It surprisingly tender. “Wouldn’t want Amara to shoot you.”