Postcard Secrets When Wrong Feels Right

Kenzie Reeves keeps finding reasons to get in her step-uncle’s space. Petite and blonde, she flounces around in tiny clothes, her natural tits bouncing like she knows exactly what she’s doing. He tries to ignore it, but when she hops up on his lap to “watch a movie,” there’s no hiding the heat. She grinds against him slow, eyes daring him to stop her. The moment his hand slips between her legs, she spreads without a word. He fingers her deep and steady, feeling her clench around his knuckles while the ink on her ribs shifts with every shaky breath. She’s soaked, tiny body twitching, biting her lip to keep quiet. He doesn’t rush. Just works those fingers like he owns the moment, and Kenzie’s grin says she’s already won.