Stealing Her Crush
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Shadows cling to the living room like secrets nobody wants. Anna, that fresh-faced teen with eyes full of fire, finally musters the guts to invite Bailey over. Sophia Sterling's got this quiet hunger for Maisey Monroe's bisexual spark—movie night, just the two of them, or so she thinks. Anna's stepdad, Jake, played by Ryan Driller, he's all in, the supportive type. He swoops in like a wingman on a mission, dropping hints, trying to nudge Bailey toward his stepdaughter. But fate's a cruel joke. Bailey's gaze slides right past Anna, locking onto Jake with a wicked gleam. She's cheeky, bold, that one. 'Join us under the blanket,' she purrs, patting the spot next to her on the couch. Anna doesn't catch the shift, too wrapped up in the screen's glow.
The movie drones on, forgotten. Bailey's foot brushes Jake's calf under the covers, deliberate, teasing. Her hand creeps higher, fingers tracing the inseam of his jeans, feeling him harden against her touch. Jake's pulse hammers—wrong, all wrong, but her lips whisper promises in the dark. Anna shifts beside them, oblivious, munching popcorn like it's just another Friday. Tension coils tight, a wire ready to snap. Bailey's breath quickens; she unzips him slow, wraps her palm around his throbbing cock, stroking with a rhythm that mocks the film's score.
Then Anna stands. 'Grabbing drinks,' she says, padding out to the kitchen. The door hasn't even clicked shut before Bailey's on him—straddling Jake's lap, yanking her panties aside. He thrusts up into her slick heat, burying deep in one brutal shove. She rides him hard, tits bouncing under her thin shirt, moans stifled against his neck. The couch creaks like a confession. Footsteps echo from the hall—Anna's coming back. Jake freezes, Bailey clenching around him, both holding breath as the doorknob turns. She slips off just in time, blanket tumbling like a hasty alibi. Anna re-enters, none the wiser, handing out sodas with a smile. But the air hangs heavy, charged with what almost was—and what might still be.
Directors:Ricky Greenwood













