Stepbrother’s Secret Cumshot In The Closet

He wasn’t supposed to see. She was packing for college, whispering into the suitcase like it held secrets. Then his hand brushed past hers and there it was—her skirt hiked up, stockings clinging to thighs already slick with need. No warning, no time to hide as she turned those wide eyes toward him and didn’t move away. Just curled a finger against her lips while one hand gripped his belt buckle like she’d been waiting for this all along. The closet door clicked shut behind them before he even had time to breathe—then she was on her knees between his legs, tongue already teasing at the tip of his cock before he could stop himself.