I was just waiting for my friend. But instead, I found the boyfriend home alone. My jeans hugged tight, dipping just enough to show a cheeky hint of my buttcrack as I moved around casually. He noticed… and he got bold. I hesitated at first, unsure how far I'd let it go. But then he came to have a secret of mine that I don't want no one to know. Slowly, teasingly, I let him enjoy the view, giving him just enough… before remembering time had passed. I panic at the same time I was done giving him pleasure. Was it a mistake—or just a little game between us?
