With their eyes locked, he slid his hand up her skirt and caressed her soft, supple thigh. She gasped, her chest heaving, as his fingertips brushed against her hidden folds. Her thick, creamy juices dripped down her inner thighs, drenching his hand.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "Do you want it?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. She nodded, biting her lip. He stood up, kicking off his pants, presenting his hard cock to her. She reached out tentatively, tracing its length with her fingertips.
They heard a car drive up outside, their hearts racing. The doorbell rang. Her stepbrother had returned home early. She looked up at her father, fear written across her face. He nodded grimly, understanding the gravity of the situation.
