As Ophelia lay sleeping in her bed, little did she know that her best friend Rylee had been scheming all day. Rylee had made sure to leave a few suggestive messages on Ophelia's phone, hinting at the taboo fantasy they both shared – the desire to be with Ophelia's stepdad. When Ophelia woke up, she found Rylee lying next to her, wearing nothing but a seductive smile.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty," Rylee purred, her fingers trailing along Ophelia's lithe body. As Ophelia finally opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of Rylee's perky breasts, inches from her face. "Are you ready for your wicked awakening?" Rylee asked, her voice hoarse with desire.
Without waiting for an answer, Ryle ee advanced toward me, her body moving as if she were mesmerized by the intensity of our mutual attraction.
