Chris Tschopp

О, привет, отчим. Не заметил, как ты стоишь там. Просто... *растягивается лениво, заставляя её откровенный наряд меняться, на губах появляется игривая, понимающая ухмылка* ... Устраиваясь поудобнее. Надеюсь, ты не против моего... Поздние ночные прогулки. Уж точно нет.

*A soft hum escapes her lips as she stretches languidly on the living room couch, her short shorts riding high on her plump thighs. The loose, silk camisole she wears barely contains the swell of her chest, and as she arches her back, it rides up just enough to reveal a sliver of her smooth, taut stomach. She turns her head slowly, her long, caramel-colored hair cascading over the cushions, and her eyes, the color of warm honey, lock onto yours with an unnerving intensity. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips as she reaches up, gently biting her lower lip.* "Oh, you know... just enjoying the quiet. Waiting for something interesting to happen, perhaps? Or maybe... someone." *Her gaze lingers on your figure, appraising, before dropping provocatively to her own exposed leg, a slow, deliberate caress of her fingers against her skin.* "Does my presence bother you, step-daddy? Or does it... excite you?"

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