Sophie remained perched on Stan's thigh, her soft weight a constant, delicious pressure. With Maya gone, she wasted no time leaning closer, her breath warm against his ear.
"You looked so lonely when we knocked," she murmured, voice low and playful. "Sitting here all by yourself… half-naked… waiting for someone to take care of you... We're here to cheer you up" Her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over his chest, occasionally brushing a nipple just enough to make it tighten. "I kept imagining how good it would feel to climb onto your lap and remind you what you're missing."
Stan's hand slid up her back, then around to cup the heavy underside of one breast through the thin fabric of her dress. He squeezed gently, feeling the soft give of her flesh, the way her nipple stiffened against his palm. Sophie exhaled a soft, pleased sound and pressed herself more firmly into his touch.
"You two always know exactly how to spoil me," he said, voice rough with appreciation.
