Didn’t expect this. Stepping into the bar for one drink, he spots her—the stepsister with that smirk like she knows every secret. Slides onto her stool too close, ‘accidentally’ brushes his thigh against hers. Then the real game starts: palm on her knee, slow crawl up until fingers find the vibe tucked under napkins. She freezes—pretends not to notice—but those hips start rocking before he even touches it. Thumb presses down hard on the speed dial; pussy clenches around nothing but air as he watches through half-lidded eyes. No words needed when his mouth finds hers mid-moan and teeth graze her bottom lip just enough to make sure no sound escapes past those swollen lips...
