Jennifer had been counting the days until Vince’s parents left for their vacation. House-sitting for the wealthy couple paid well, but her real motivation was the chance to linger in the home where Vince had grown up. She’d nursed a crush on him since high school, admiring his sharp wit and the way he never backed down in an argument. With the parents gone, she wandered upstairs, curiosity pulling her toward his old bedroom. The room smelled faintly of cedar and cologne. On the nightstand sat a glossy magazine. Jennifer flipped it open and froze—the cover model bore an uncanny resemblance to her, same dark curls and defiant smile. She tucked it back exactly where she’d found it and stretched out on his bed, heart racing with a mix of guilt and thrill.
The door swung open. “Can I help you?” Vince asked, leaning against the frame with that familiar half-smirk. Jennifer bolted upright, cheeks flushing. “You were supposed to be camping.” “Trip got cancelled,” he replied, stepping inside. “My parents didn’t mention you’d be here.” She stood, squaring her shoulders. “I really need the money they’re paying. Don’t worry—I won’t say anything about you crashing your own house.” Vince chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Generous of you. Care to negotiate terms downstairs? Movie night’s on me.”
They settled on the couch with popcorn and dim lights. The film began innocently enough, but soon the plot twisted into steamy encounters. Jennifer reached for the remote. “This is getting ridiculous.” Vince hid it behind his back, eyes sparkling. “Scared of a little heat?” She lunged, fingers closing not around plastic but the unmistakable hard length of his cock straining against his jeans. She gave two instinctive tugs before realization hit. “Oh my God,” she gasped, pulling back. Vince’s voice was husky. “That’s one way to grab the controls.”
Jennifer didn’t retreat. Instead she met his gaze, lips curving. “If that’s how you play, I’m not losing.” The air thickened with tension as the movie’s moans filled the room. Vince shifted closer, his breath warm on her neck. “You’ve been in my bed already. Seems only fair I return the favor.” She laughed, sharp and unafraid. “Big talk for a guy who hides remotes. Prove it.” Her hand returned deliberately this time, stroking the hard ridge. Vince groaned, but Jennifer stayed in charge, pushing him back against the cushions.
Clothes vanished in a flurry of witty barbs and hungry kisses. Jennifer straddled him, her pussy already wet and dripping as she ground against his cock. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” she teased, voice panting. Vince’s hands gripped her ass firmly. “Since the magazine cover. You look even better up close.” She slid down his body, taking his cock into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob that left him swearing her name. Sweat beaded on their skin as she rose again, sinking onto him with a shared moan.
They moved together in fierce rhythm, Jennifer riding him with confident rolls of her hips. “Harder,” she demanded, and Vince obliged, thrusting up until her cries echoed. He came first with a guttural shout, but she followed moments later, her pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through. Panting and slick with sweat, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the forgotten movie still flickering.
Jennifer traced a finger down his chest, already plotting the rest of the week. “This house-sitting gig just got interesting.”
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