Aether wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he looked at Sandra, who walked slowly toward him with a glass of water.
Aether reached his hand out casually to take the glass, but Sandra, with a teasing smirk curling on her lips, pulled it back and took a slow step closer.
"Hm?" Aether raised an eyebrow. His eyes dropped from her mischievous expression to the slick trail running between her thighs. Her pussy glistened with wetness, her inner heat dripping down her legs.
She straddled his lap with practiced ease, her bare warmth sinking down until his cock nestled between her soft, wet folds.
Sandra held the glass up, then tilted it to pour a small mouthful of water into her mouth. Her eyes never left his.
Aether frowned for a brief moment, confused—until he saw the sly sparkle in her eyes. Then his lips curved into a knowing grin.
'Ah… so this is what she's playing at.'
