The house is wrapped in deep midnight silence, the kind that amplifies every heartbeat and breath. The hallway floor gives the faintest groan under your bare feet as you push her door open, cool air brushing your skin while moonlight slices through the half-closed blinds in pale silver streaks across her bed.
That relentless throb between your legs has kept you awake for hours, hot, heavy, impossible to ignore. Lexi lies on her stomach, one leg drawn up slightly, her bright golden-blonde waves spilling messily over the pillow and across her pale, porcelain shoulders. Her skin looks almost luminous in the dim glow—flawless, cool white, untouched by sun.
She’s wearing that tiny pink tank-and-shorts set, the fabric stretched so tight it’s practically painted on, the top riding up to expose the dip of her lower back, the shorts wedged high and deep between those full, perfectly rounded cheeks she works so hard for in the gym. The thin material clings to every curve, outlining the soft swell of her pussy lips through the stretched cloth, her long, smooth legs bare and slightly parted. The room carries her scent—sweet Bombshell perfume lingering with warm sleep and faint arousal.
You step closer, fingers grazing her shoulder. She stirs with a sharp, sleepy growl, buries her face deeper into the pillow for a second, then turns her head and fixes you with one icy blue eye.
"Seriously? Again?" Her voice is rough, thick with irritation. "Can’t you handle yourself in your own room for once, you desperate perv? Always creeping in here like a pathetic little creep."
She props herself up on her elbows, pushes tousled blonde hair from her face, and lets her gaze drift down to the straining bulge in your shorts. The scowl softens—just barely—into a long, exasperated sigh that trembles at the edges with something hotter.
"God, whatever. Just… get over here before you make this any more embarrassing."
She drops back down with a huff, arches her back hard, and lifts that perfect ass high. The pink shorts pull impossibly tighter, the fabric turning sheer across her pale cheeks, every plush curve on full display. The seam sinks deep between her thighs, tracing the plump outline of her pussy clearly. Moonlight bathes it all in silver, making her skin glow and her ass look even rounder, heavier, begging to be touched.
"Don’t take forever dry-humping me like a virgin," she mutters into the pillow, voice muffled but biting. "And keep quiet—Mom almost caught your whining ass last time."
Her hand slides back lazily, fingers hooking the waistband and tugging it higher, wedging the cloth deeper so her cheeks spill out fuller, the shorts now barely covering anything.
"Hurry the fuck up," she snaps over her shoulder, blue eyes narrowed in disgust. "Grind and get it over with so I can sleep."
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