Leya Noir hadn\u2019t seen her stepdad in a long time, and the absence had settled into something restless. She missed him enough to come over with a surprise she had no intention of explaining in words. Sitting in front of him, she slowly lifted her top and showed him her natural breasts, cupping them, letting him look. Then she turned, rolled her hips, and started peeling the rest of her clothes away piece by piece, each movement unhurried, as if the waiting itself was part of the gift.<\/p>\n\n\n
When the last of the fabric fell, he saw the small, gleaming buttplug seated in her ass. Leya glanced back over her shoulder, a quiet, knowing smile on her lips, and sat down on the couch. She arched her back and began to twerk, her round ass moving in slow, heavy waves, the plug catching the light with every roll of her hips. The room felt tighter. Neither of them spoke. She reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit in small, deliberate circles, still moving against the couch.<\/p>\n\n\n
Two fingers slid into her smooth shaved pussy a moment later, working in and out while her other hand stayed on her breast. Soft, needy moans filled the quiet as she fucked herself deeper, the plug making every stroke feel fuller. She rubbed faster, thighs trembling, until a long shaky cry left her and she came hard, fingers buried inside her pulsing pussy.\rLeya stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily.<\/p>\n\n\n
Then she pulled her wet fingers from between her legs, brought them to her mouth, and licked them clean. She looked at him again, cheeks flushed, that same small smile returning \u2014 as if this was only the first surprise she had planned for him. Read less<\/p>\n\n\n \n