Sara looked down at the popcorn tub in satisfaction. Nick had fired so much jism that a thick, white puddle oozed out from under one side of his strained panties, sliding off into the remaining popcorn.
His imaginative tormentor smiled delightedly, tilting the tub so that none escaped. Nick lay back on the couch exhausted. She picked up her phone and quickly tapped out a message:
"MOVIE NEARLY OVER. NEED MY PANTIES, NOW!"
Nick looked over to her in disbelief. Before he could react, Sara had grabbed the leg of his jeans, yanking them down to quickly strip him under cover of the blanket. He had little choice but to go along with it, else draw attention to them both. On screen, the final fight had finished and things were wrapping up.
He quickly wriggled out of his cummy panties, handing them back to Sara. To his amazement, she stretched out her long legs and quickly pulled them on, making a point to rub the slick and sticky crotch into her pussy, leaving the semi-transparent material glued lewdly around her prominent bare mound.
The screen faded to black and the credits started to roll. Fiona stirred, her wine glass lifting to drain the dregs. Nick scrambled under the blanket to pull on his jeans, finding a leg at the second attempt.
He pulled them up hurriedly, just as Fiona stood. The room lights faded up and Fiona turned just as he was buttoning up his fly. Sara jumped to her feet, whisking away the blanket. "Come on Nick, time to get up."
He was left exposed, lying on the couch with one hand on his crotch, which he hurriedly moved away. Fiona didn’t react.
"Your cells were buzzing non-stop," Fiona complained, "Don’t you kids ever take a break?"
"Theodore was keeping me up to date on Daddy," Sara replied. "They’re having problems with the haulage firm. Going to be another hour or so."
Fiona wrinkled her nose. "How can we keep you entertained? Need another beer, Nick?"
Nick put his hand up, "Nuh-uh, Mrs Covington. I’m driving home later."
Sara smiled sweetly, "No need to worry Mom, Nick and I might head upstairs and play some games while we wait."
"Well, you kids play nice now."
"We will, Mom!"
Was Nick imagining it, or was Fiona smiling at him in a knowing way?
Whether Nick wanted to or not (and he did), he figured that he had little choice but to play along until he established what Sara’s end game was. And tonight had already been a hell of a reintroduction to the Covingtons.
So Sara led the willing blond quarterback up the elaborate staircase. Nick shivered; all of his fame and physical power meant little if this dynamite girl held his innermost secrets in the palm of her hand.
As he climbed the stairs, he wondered what her next game would involve. He would find out soon enough.
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