All-Nighter

Pristine Edge's burning the midnight oil, hammering away on her laptop with eyes heavy as lead. Ricky Spanish strolls past and clocks that she's still up at this unholy hour. When he asks, she admits she's got this big deadline breathing down her neck but she's scared she'll pass out before it's done. Ricky, the dutiful stepson, offers to pull the all-nighter with her. He fetches coffee, cracks stupid jokes until she's laughing, then drags her up for a late-night dance to shake off the sleep. Still, the grind catches up and Pristine crashes hard. Ricky's eyes land on her cleavage and suddenly every innocent move from tonight feels loaded. He swallows the heat, gives her a gentle shake on the shoulder. Pristine snaps awake, panicking she'll never hit that deadline. Ricky grins, half-horny, half-helpful, and lays it out plain: the one foolproof way to stay awake is fucking her brains out.