Trap

Thanks guys, for continuously asking regarding any updates for my sister-in-law.
No, she did not act weird or awkward at all. We still chit chat and talk like we normally do, same energy, same casual conversations. Nothing feels tense or forced. 

However, maybe it’s just my own awareness playing tricks on me, every time she sees me, her eyes seem to land on my legs first. Just briefly. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just my own awareness playing tricks on me. Either way, things between us are normal.

Anyway, this week is not about her.

This week is about Xav.

It all started with this ridiculous bet I made with Xav. I told him I will give him a fulfill one of his requests if he could win me in a game. Honestly, I planned to let him win, just to keep things interesting but he was such a noob that it was almost unfair. Eventually, I claimed victory, fair and square.

The tricky part, I hadn’t really thought about what the “punishment” would be if he lost. Totally unplanned, In a snap decision, I leaned back and slipped my hand under the hem of my skirt. I was wearing a normal white tee with a denim skirt, the kind of outfit that blends into a crowd without trying. We were also seated at the corner of a café, half-hidden from the rest of the room. Perfect spot and time. Carefully, I eased my thong down, letting it slide free from the warm, damp skin it had been pressed against all day. The wet spot on my thong made the whole “punishment” feel even more thrilling

I held it out, and he instinctively took it, awkwardly wrapping it around his wrist. The original 'punishment' was for him to use it to tie my hair, but since he decided wrap it around his wrist, I let him be. 

The rest of the day turned into a playful game. Every time he glanced at his wrist, I felt this quiet rush of satisfaction, knowing he was carrying my little stunt everywhere. On and off, I would walk slightly faster and swing my hips, enjoying the little shiver of attention it drew. There was even one moment when I lifted the back of my dress just enough to show him a peek of my butt cheek.

By the end of the night, I rewarded him in my own mischievous way. I sucked him while stroking him with the thong. I even let him cum onto the thong and force him to keep the thong as a little trophy, a reminder of the game we’d played and the mischief I’d pulled.