Sarah's offer hung in the air for a moment. Andrey's breathing was still uneven, his body tense with barely contained arousal. He looked at her — flushed, naked, and still trembling from her own climax and finally gave a small, reluctant nod.
"…If you're sure."
Sarah shifted on the bed, making space. "Come here."
Andrey lay down beside her. The moment he was on his back, Sarah turned toward him, pressing her body against his side. She reached down without hesitation, her hand slipping into his pants and wrapping around his hard, throbbing cock.
"Andrey…" she whispered, her voice still a little hoarse. "You're really hard…"
She began to stroke him slowly, her fingers sliding up and down his thick shaft. Her grip was gentle at first, then gradually firmer as she found a rhythm. Andrey let out a low groan, his head falling back against the pillow.
