Settling In and Stolen Glances

Mon, 08 Jun 2026 14:06:20 +0000

Derek arrived that afternoon with a single duffel bag slung over his broad shoulder, his black tee clinging to his muscled chest from the light sweat of the city heat. Stiles greeted him at the door, her tiny white crop top riding up just enough to show the underside of her massive tits, her micro-skirt swishing against her thick thighs. She smiled warmly, that kind, genuine curve of her full pink lips that made her seem so approachable despite looking like walking temptation. “Welcome home, Derek,” she said softly, her voice like velvet. “Let me show you around.”