Nora's pov The house felt too quiet after Mom left for her weekend trip. Just me and Ryan, alone again like that first night I walked in on him naked. My skin tingled at the memory, his thick cock swinging free, eyes locking on mine with that hungry spark. The movie night had been torture, his hand on my thigh, breath hot on my neck, but we hadn't crossed the line. Not yet. Tonight, I planned to push it. I waited until evening, when the sun dipped low. Dressed in a thin crop top that barely covered my tits and a short skirt with nothing underneath. My nipples hardened against the fabric, pussy already damp thinking about him. I found him in the living room, flipping channels on the TV, wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans that hugged his bulge. "Hey, Ryan." I sauntered in, hips swaying, and dropped onto the couch beside him, closer than necessary. My thigh brushed his, sending a jolt through me. He glanced over, eyes flicking to my exposed midriff, then up to my face. "Nora. Wha
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