Cleaning Up Her Act

Lucas's blood boils when he spots the egg mess splattered across his house. That goddamn doorbell cam catches it all—the sneaky little punk from next door, Jodie, hurling those shells like she's got a grudge against the world. He storms over, fists clenched, and lays into her: he's already scrubbed the outside clean, so now she owes him big. Clean his place top to bottom, or he dials her folks and spills the beans. Jodie bites her lip, nods quick. No fight in her eyes, just that wide-eyed teen scramble to dodge disaster. She starts dusting, wiping counters in her tight little top and shorts that hug every curve like a second skin. Lucas watches from the shadows of his kitchen, pulse thumping harder with each bend and stretch. Her ass sways just right, tits straining against fabric—temptation coils in his gut like a spring ready to snap. He 'accidentally' knocks over a glass, water splashing across her chest in a cold rush. Shirt clings transparent now, nipples poking through like secrets begging to be uncovered. She gasps, but he just smirks—change into underwear to keep cleaning, or else. Fabric peels away, leaving her in skimpy panties and bra that barely contain the goods. He circles her like a wolf, breath heavy, the air thick with unspoken hunger. Enough games. He stops her mid-swipe, voice low and gravelly: forget the chores. Fuck me instead, and we're square. Jodie's eyes widen, shock flashing across her pretty face—innocent facade cracking under the weight of his stare. But trouble's a bitch she can't afford, so she swallows hard, drops to her knees. Her hands tremble at first, fumbling his zipper, but then she dives in, mouth hot and eager, sucking him deep with a rhythm that builds like a storm. He grabs her hair, guides her harder, faster. She gags a little but pushes on, tits bouncing as she works him over. Up on the couch now, he yanks her panties aside, plunges in raw—her tight heat gripping him like a vice. Jodie moans, arches back, legs wrapping around his waist in frantic need. He pounds into her, relentless, her cries echoing off the walls as she rides the edge of fear and fire. Sweat slicks their skin; he flips her, takes her from behind, slapping against her ass until she shudders and clenches, milking every drop from him in a frenzy of forbidden release.