TASTING MY STEPBROTHER'S COCK 3

The next few days were torture in the sweetest way.

Dinner with their parents every night, with Julian sitting across from her, looking perfectly composed in a crisp shirt, while his bare foot slid up her calf under the table. His toes tracing slow circles on her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she ached most. Sophia would grip her fork tighter, forcing smiles at her mother’s questions, all while her panties grew soaked and her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

He’d catch her eye and smirk, his green eyes promising retribution.

Texts late at night:

Julian: Thinking about how wet you...