Taking Care Of Boner

Aria Skye stares daggers at Jake Addams. Her sister's fucked the whole family – dad, brothers, you name it – and now the world smells like betrayal. That should kill the mood. Instead, Jake's shorts are doing the opposite: standing up like they're carrying a flag. Go figure. Aria bites her lip. The math's right; her anger is louder than her thoughts. She kicks off a flip-flop, pinches the bulge between two toes, and grins when it twitches. Jake gulps. The porch swing creaks as she scoots closer. Her soles travel up the length of him, the thin cloth turning hot and damp. A toe brushes the sensitive crown once, twice. Jake's hips jerk, useless. Aria watches his face open into a silent holy-shit and laughs, light, no mercy. "Guess vengeance is a two-player game." Foot job speeds up. Fabric whispers, sticky whispers, until the wet patch hits critical. She peels the shorts off with one finger and lets him spring free. Hard. Heavy. Helpless. She lowers her head, breath warm on the head, then slides down in one slow dive. Tongue swirls, cheeks hollow, throat flexing like it's training. Jake swears, half curse half prayer, and fists the cushion. Spit runs to her chin, drips to her chest, paints the tee she hasn’t bothered to take off. She pops free, strings of saliva catching sunlight, climbs onto his lap without breaking eye contact. Her panties are already shoved aside, her slit slick enough to take him in one seated push. They both groan. Then she rocks. Hard. Her hips roll, grind, and slap down in a dirty, perfect rhythm. Jake grabs an ass cheek, not guiding – hanging on. Every bounce squeezes him tighter, the slosh of her pussy vulgar and wet against the porch silence. He bucks. She pinches his nipple through his shirt, mouths a dirty laugh in his ear: "You gonna come for the sister who didn't bone your entire bloodline?" He cracks, groan breaking into grunts, spurting deep and hot while her walls clamp, milking every pulse. Aria follows right after, breath caught, toes curled against wooden slats. They sag together, messy, sticky, ridiculous. Jake's still inside. Aria pats his cheek twice, gentle mockery. "Family feud. Zero casualties. Everyone got laid. I'd call that a draw."