Worth The Risk

Alex Coal drops by her stepdad’s all the time—place is right up the block. When she shows, the old man and his buddies are usually out back turning wrenches. You’ve been making that scene every day for weeks. She likes the view. For years the two of you swapped flirty little looks at barbecues and birthdays, but nothing ever went further. Stepdad would’ve lost his shit if it did. Today he bolts out for parts and the second the truck leaves the driveway you yell for her to come lend a hand under the hood. She knows the game. Walks in, catches you leaning on the fender, eyes already undressing her. She slides both palms down your chest, feels the twitch in your jeans and peels her top off right there. Natural tits bounce free, still warm from the sun. She grabs your cock through the denim, gives it a firm squeeze, then drags you inside. Door clicks shut. Clothes hit the floor in a messy trail to the bed. She shoves you onto your back, climbs on, and leans in close, voice low and dirty: “Been waiting a long time—now put that load where it belongs.”