Sein slumped against Andrey, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged, satisfied gasps. The qipao was slightly disheveled, the silk clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. She could barely keep her eyes open.

Andrey gently lifted her, carrying her to the bed and laying her down beside Lisa, who was still unconscious, a peaceful smile on her face. He pulled the blanket over both of them, his touch tender.

Sarah watched, her hands on her hips, a triumphant smirk spreading across her face. "Finally. Sein’s down. I was starting to think she’d never run out of energy."

Morgana adjusted her glasses, her voice smooth and teasing. "It seems you were right, Sarah. She pushed herself too hard."

Sarah stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "Well, it’s my turn now." She struck a confident pose, her hand resting on her hip. "I’ve been waiting for this moment. Andrey, you’re mine now."

Morgana crossed her arms, her red eyes gleaming with amusement. "We’ll see about that."

Sarah’s smirk widened, her voice carrying a confident, teasing edge. "Don’t worry, Morgana. You’ll be begging for your turn once you see what I can do."

Morgana’s lips curved into a sly smile. "We’ll see if you can keep up with me."

Sarah turned back to Andrey, her voice dropping to a sultry, inviting purr. "I hope you’re ready, because I’m not going to hold back. I’m going to make you forget about everyone else."

Andrey chuckled softly, reaching out to pull her closer. "You’re very confident."

Sarah’s hands slid up his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. "I have every right to be. I’ve been watching you all night. I know exactly what you like."

She leaned in, pressing her lips against his collarbone, tasting the salt of his exertion.

"You’ve been working so hard tonight," she murmured against his skin, her voice low and sultry. "Let me take care of you now."

Her tongue traced a slow path along his collarbone, then up to his neck, tasting the warmth of his skin. Andrey let out a low groan, his hands finding her waist, feeling the soft fabric of her maid outfit beneath his fingers.

"Sarah... your outfit... it’s driving me crazy," he breathed, his voice thick with desire.

Sarah pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Oh? You like it?" She turned slightly, giving him a full view of the short, ruffled dress, the white apron, the lace headband, and the sheer black stockings that hugged her legs. "I have to admit, I never thought I’d wear something like this. But seeing the way you look at me... I think I like it too."

His hands slid down to her hips, his fingers gripping the fabric of her dress as he pulled her closer. "You look incredible. The maid outfit suits you perfectly—beautiful and teasing. It makes me want to keep you all to myself."

Sarah’s cheeks flushed, a pleased smile spreading across her face. She pressed her body against his, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding past his lips with confident hunger. His hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves of her waist and hips through the soft fabric.

Sarah’s hands slid down his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She broke the kiss, her voice breathless. "I want you, Andrey. I want to make you feel so good that you forget everything else."

Andrey’s voice was low, husky with desire. "You’re already doing that."

She guided him to sit back on the bed, then knelt before him. Her hands rested on his thighs as she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.

"Tell me what you want, Andrey," she whispered. "Tell me what you need."

His hand slid into her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands. "I want you, Sarah. All of you."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face. "Then you’ll have me."

Sarah’s hands slid up Andrey’s thighs, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles through the thin fabric of his pants. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his inner thigh, her lips warm and teasing. Her tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate path along his skin, tasting the salt of his exertion.

"You taste incredible," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "I’ve been wanting to do this all night."

Her fingers worked the button of his pants, loosening them with practiced ease. She pulled the fabric down, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. It sprang free, glistening with the remnants of his earlier encounters.

Sarah’s breath caught at the sight of him. She wrapped her fingers around the base, feeling the heat and hardness of him, the way he pulsed in her hand.

"Look at you... still so hard after everything," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and desire. "You’re amazing, Andrey."

She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the tip of his cock, her lips warm and gentle. Her tongue traced the sensitive underside, tasting him, savoring the moment. Then she took him into her mouth, her lips closing around him as she began to move her head in a slow, steady rhythm.

Andrey groaned, his head falling back as pleasure washed over him. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements, but not forcing.

"Sarah... your mouth feels incredible..."

Sarah’s eyes flicked up to meet his gaze, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in them. She continued her rhythm, her tongue working along his shaft, her hand stroking the base in time with her mouth. Her moans vibrated around him, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

Her free hand slid up his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles before resting over his heart. She could feel it pounding beneath her palm, a steady rhythm that matched the urgency of her movements.

Andrey’s breathing grew heavier, his hips twitching slightly as she took him deeper. "Sarah... I’m close..."

She didn’t slow down. If anything, she became more eager, her head bobbing faster, her tongue working him with growing intensity. She wanted to feel him, to taste his release.

With a low, guttural groan, Andrey came, his release flooding her mouth. Sarah swallowed eagerly, her eyes closing as she savored the taste of him. She continued to move her head, drawing out every last drop until he finally went still.

When she pulled back, her lips were glistening, a satisfied smile on her face. She licked her lips, her voice soft and teasing.

"Mmm... you taste even better than I imagined."

Andrey’s breathing was heavy, his body still trembling from the intensity of his release. He reached down, his hand cupping her cheek gently, his voice warm and sincere.

"You’re incredible, Sarah."

Sarah’s cheeks flushed, a soft, genuine smile spreading across her face. She leaned into his touch, her voice soft and vulnerable.

"I love you, Andrey. I’ve loved you for so long."

Andrey’s heart swelled, his thumb brushing across her cheek. "I love you too, Sarah. More than you know."

Sarah let out a soft, happy sound, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm. Then she rose, climbing onto his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Then show me," she whispered. "Show me how much you love me."

Andrey’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer. "I will. I’ll show you all night if I have to."