Under the cloak of darkness, Layla Jenner navigates the familiar corridors of her stepfather's house, her body aching with a need she can't quite understand. She finds Mike Mancini in his bedroom, his eyes reflecting the moonlight as he takes in her disheveled appearance. "Layla," he warns, but the word is lost in the intense gaze they share. She climbs onto the bed, straddling him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pajama top. Mike's hands find her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as she grinds against him. He flips her onto her back, his mouth descending onto her pussy, his tongue delving into her wet heat. Layla gasps, her fingers tangling in his hair as he feasts on her. She's on the brink of orgasm when he suddenly flips her onto her stomach, entering her from behind in one swift thrust. Mike's hands grip her hips, pulling her back onto him as he pounds into her, his breath ragged. The room is filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, Layla's soft moans, and Mike's guttural grunts. They're so lost in their passion that they don't hear the footsteps approaching, the door creaking open to reveal Mike Oxlong, his eyes wide with shock and arousal.