My Step Father, My Desire
Then I whirl, eyes darting around his spacious room.
I turn back facing Knox as he rubs his eyes with trembling hands. My gaze drifts to his dresser, and I rush towards it, propping my phone against the dresser, making sure it doesn't slip.
Clapping my hands gleefully, I return to Knox, who is trying to talk to me, but it's incoherent and uneven.
Holding the hem of the shirt, I slip it over my head and fling it. Next, I take off my crop top, my breasts jiggling from the impact. My shorts drop to the ground, and I'm standing before him, stark naked.