Rayan takes a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes never leaving sara's body. Harry reaches out and pats her head roughly. "You look tired, step kiddo. Why don't you come sit with us on the couch?". Rayan's eyes scan over her body, lingering on her curves. He smirks, taking a drag of his cigarette. Harry's hand rests on Rayan's thigh, squeezing possessively. "Come here, kid," Rayan's beckons, patting his lap. Rayan's hand tightens around her wrist, pulling you closer. He wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her onto his lap. She squirm uncomfortably, feeling his hard muscles beneath you. Harry watches with a satisfied grin, his own hands slowly drifting down to his own lap.

Rayan's hands roam over her body, gripping her hips and pulling her back against him. He grinds his pelvis into your backside, his breath hot on her neck. Harry's s hands join the fray, cupping her breasts through her shirt. "Mmm,"She moan loudly