As I start to peel my fingers from his cöck while internally dying of shame, his phone dings and the screen lights up from the other couch arm. It vaguely illuminates his face, and just like I thought, he is deeply asleep. "Again?" he mumbles weakly. And like before, his hand comes to grasp his cöck, gluing my fingers around his girth once more. *Reverse harem *Step-uncles *Secrets *Smut *Sassy FMC *Obsessive FMC