"Ahhhh, that was lovely, and should hopefully have taken the edge off, darling. Now how about I get out of my costume and we handle this thing more seriously, hmm?"

One hand reaches out to caress Tourmaline's still-twitching shaft, while the other unzips her bodysuit below her breasts, slowly peeling it off her body, revealing proud, stiff nipples atop her gorgeously full breasts.

A glorious smile dawns on her face, eyes fluttering closed as she bathes in the affections, before her eyes snap open to stare at her proud breasts, watching her cum drip down the ripe and reddened skin. 

"We really should." 

Her hands heft up those beautiful bountiful breasts, stroking her palm beneath them, making them flounce and flow beneath her soft stroking fingers as she slowly slides down, watching her face all the closer as she flares back into her full heady hardness. 

Maya licks her lips and presses closer to Tourmaline, arching into her touch, breasts squishing around her fingers. 

She strokes her cock firmly as she stands back up, looking Tourmaline up and down appreciatively. "Show me to your bedroom, darling?"

"Sure, sweet thin'." 

She leans in close, swooning with a soft sigh, hands twitching and trembling, her lips parting for a steamy slidey sigh. 

"...Yeah." 

She twitches, needy and warm, taking a long deep breath. 

She wraps an arm around her shoulders, and guides her in towards her bedroom. 

They pass by the remnants of a bunch of torn open boxes and stray stacks of packing foam, boxes laden with stray wires flopped out loosely everywhere. In the kitchen, there's a cooler, filled to the brim with dry ice and streaming with wires, a handful of Arduinos suspended in the air, indicator lights blinking merrily as they perform their inscrutable function, deconstructed laptops and the guts of a microwave all pulled apart for some of her other projects. It looks like an alright place to live, and one kept reasonably clean and in order, from the relative cleanliness of the polished wooden floors and the clean shine of the walls of her path. Her bedroom is a fairly clean and spartan affair - there's a corkboard dresser and a slim metal table by her bedside with an LED lamp, digital clock and a bottle of moisturizer, but little else to fill the room. 

Once she gets to the bed, she lays back on it, flopping up with a slight dopey smile. 

"...I really did that, huh?" 

A bright little laugh spills through her chest, and a sly little grin dawns on her face for a moment as she luxuriates in her Allure.