I bounce in, all hyped, telling everyone I signed up for dance class—especially my strict stepbro. We’re munching pizza, and I feel his eyes on me, that spark igniting. Told him: Let me show you what I learned. I purr, climbing onto his lap. Surprise! it’s no waltz, it’s a filthy lap dance! My hips grind slow, teasing his cock through my panties, then I turn, wiggling my ass hard, blowing his mind. I own him—side shots catch my swaying, close-ups show my smirk. He’s hooked, can’t even fight it. He couldn't even get mad at me for signing up for lap dance and striptease courses. After all, when he saw my skills, his jaw was dropped and his dick was standing straight !
