So, I’m shaking it at the club, stripping under those lights, thinking your step-dad’s clueless till you, my sneaky step-son, spot me one night! Now here I am, folding laundry like a good little housewife, and you waltz in with that smug look. ‘Lap dance and a dry hump, or I tell step-Dad everything,’ you say. Fine, you little brat I peel off slow, teasing you with every move, then grind on you hard. My hips roll, my ass presses in, and you’re loving it. No fucking, just raw grinding, and I’m stuck keeping your dirty secret.